The Bank of Love
On the outside, I look so strong
but inside I am meek plus very
weak from the war with love.
The smile everyone sees upon
My face is there hiding things
That no one has ever seen.
I have made many deposits to
The bank of love all in the
Name of good faith but look at me
Still broke with nothing to show.
I have given my all to others that were
In need, I even made it through the years
Of abuse.
I have grown from that little shy boy into
This strong man but still my past hunts me
my head and heart are constantly
At war.
It always seems like the ones I hold close
Always end up stabbing me really deeply.
I tell you this pain is hurting me is there
Anyone who knows how to put together
The pieces of a broken heart.
Can anyone mend together broken
Dreams I pray to God asking can
He quite these voices in my head.
That’s when I heard angels singing
Sweetly to me that it’s all designed
To make me strong.
I’m tired of my bank account being
Empty of love the only one making
Deposits is me.
It saddens me the thought that things
Will never change for me but I can’t
Give up hope.
I’m willing to hold on until the sun
Breaks through the dark clouds above
My head then I will see the one meant
For me waiting ready to make a deposit
Into my account at the bank of love.
Copyright © 2010 ~ the prolific penman
