You said, "Don't look back."
Yet here we are staring at our failures and all the shame that follows.
It's always the same way.
Eyes down on the dirt which we compare ourselves to.
Passion has all but left my body.
Hands once raised are buried in my pockets as I cry out, "You were what I wanted. You are everything to Me. Please be still."
Let that be all that I have to confront.
Oh, but there was much more left for me to blame myself for.
"Please don't focus on them. You are My creation, you are everything to Me. Please be still."
It's always the same way.
Eyes down on the dirt which we compare ourselves to.
I'm down on the dirt which I compare myself to.
"Oh My son I love you."