Sleeping At Last
One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, You Are Enough
Of all the ways I could be better, in my mind
A mess of a story I'm ashamed to tell
lost my balance when I needed it most
the blurry photograph
Of what I’m not sure, feels like truth
As if I could earn God's favour given time
My greatest failures with an asterisk, utterly worthy of love
I want to watch the universe expand
already brave enough to let go
I want to be here
Truly. Be. Here
Even the darkest of nights
there will be light
waiting behind
As if I could let myself be seen
A sanctuary I was made
When everything feels heavy, I've learned to travel light
I will love you without a single string attached
do not call me a victim
you have not-
i am no less a victim than you are
you cannot-
i have broke at far worse
i have broke at far worse
do not call me a victim
you have never-
you will never-