Gifts

Gift/Curse

It's hard enough to wake up each day And not see you by my side. What a damn hard decision I can't tell you how hard I cried. A gift was given to me, at the right place and time. Something I always prayed for. I just realized it wasn't mine.

I know I'll always reflect on this day My broken heart and a life of regret. It always seems your first scar, Is the one you never forget.

Days go by, and the pain gets worse, I wonder why I fell so hard? My heart, my soul, my thought stiffens, Were you really my first curse?

That gift from God placed in my hands, I wanted to open so fast. The rest of my life Will be filled with sadness. On that gift, I had to pass.

A Gift Revisited As time passes on, And night becomes day. The words that I used to screw up, Become easier to say. That gift from God, Placed in my hands, Is now easier for me To understand.

Here with my life, Read like an open book. Tracing right and wrong decisions, The paths that I took. They somehow all lead... To a warm June day, When I discovered the gift, For which I had prayed.

If you love something... Set it free.

If you love something so much... Let it be.

Let that gift develop and grow. It will find its way, back to home.

Years before, I thought I was a man. After opening my gift early, I see I'm only half a man. So I wrap my gift back up, And put it away. For when I grow up, That gift will come back... My way.