RMC

My legs they ache,
but I guess I am the one to blame.
The things I need to do
from this aspect I don’t want to remain.

From left or right the fight
the answers aren’t that simple to solve.
The Lord is testing my resolve,
persevere I hear in my ear no one else at all.

Locked up by fear in ease
my comfort is the simple things
that small accomplishments
attain in hot rain what release brings.

Ramble through such dark,
uncertain areas of my heart devotion
is all I have in head right now;
my vow is to that allows me motion.

Because time tends to
stand still as I traverse every hill.
The man I used to be,
wasn’t easy to kill.

I want to live and breathe free
and my love I reserve for ones
who let me be me so I can see
after my torture I need devotion.

It keeps me strong,
giving me purpose so I exert
my desire to aid those
who’ve given me chances though I hurt.