The seeds that were sown upon my being
turned into grief and disbelieving.
Moisture and despair; for you where not there.
Cautious fumbling with the broken strings,
knotting and seperating these fragile things.
Salvation comes upon me,
The seeds that were sown
stopped my hardships and pleading.
The shards won't touch me anymore,
they fly past me as I start running
I feel the breeze striking against my cheeks
I'm running towards this catcher of mine.