Good Enough ((In a thousand different ways))

Clouds hang heavy above dew drop trees,
hovering with a prayer for better days.
Sweet rain sweeps across desert land,
and I get lost in it; so lost in it.

Every beautiful stroke of a pen
whispers sins of paintbrushes near and far.
Lace me up, and tie me down,
silken hopes slip from clumsy fingers.

And I run too fast that I trip,
but someday these angel wings will open wide.
I KNOW there's a world outside, crying,
desperate for a saviour they can touch.

Again I fall, my knees scraped bloody,
and I'm just staring up at these clouds.
Someday, the music and the rain are getting married
and that's the day I'm running away.

And I'm going to shine.

**This is..different for me**