Lost in the Jungle
Lost in the Jungle An empty ring finger, those shattered vows, Have I become the devil?, the Satan always bows. An abandoned path, swallowing my suitcase of tears, Choked by the air, but the water always clears. This dense canopy, is thicker than my bruise, A new life I could see, Yes!, this is what I choose. The fading footsteps following the faulty compass, The wilderness whispers through shards of broken glass. My hair has gotten weak, my eyes are still sore, Ask my whereabouts—I’ve nothing left in the store. The sunset has betrayed me; there will be no sunrise, Winter’s time has healed me; I have grown a little wise. The echoing cries of my child have now become bold, Maturity has sunken me, but my heart is never old. It was hard to come out of this jungle, and find an exit gate, A young heart seeking love, that always found only hate. Morning mist has lifted, open savannah gave the rising dawn, The phoenix inside me has arisen, the fear has now completely gone. I see a...