IRC-Galleria

The Meaning Of Rescue

Now that I'm home, bathed,
settled and fed,
All nicely tucked up in my
new bed,
I'd like to open my
baggage, lest I forget.
There is so much to carry,
so much to regret.

Hmmm…. Yes, there it is,
right on the top,
Let's unpack loneliness,
heartache and loss
And there beneath hides
fear and shame
I still have to unpack my
baggage called pain.
I loved them - the others,
why couldn't they see
But I wasn't good enough -
for they didn't want me.

Will you carry my baggage,
will you help me unpack,
Or will you look at my
things and take me right
back?
Do you have the time to
help me recover;
The joy of living - to
help me discover?
I pray that you do - I'm
so tired you see,
But I do come with
baggage, will you still
want me?