A Lost Window

Birds of pride soar the skies of my ego.

My words could save your life,

But I’m no one’s hero.

I’m cold as ice, loaded with bad advice, rolling dice in black street clothes.

I watched myself let my dreams go.

Sinful strangers lounge in the landscape of my mind frame.

They’re looting my thoughts.

I used to get brave and tell them who’s boss…

But times change.

Loss after loss,

I learned how to shine in the rain.