There is a weight inside my chest
that tells me that I might have messed things up.
My heart was pure, the path was clear,
but some mistakes cannot be covered up.
A bitter ache for something fake
to run away from what is real;
A choice to make--to go or stay
within the confines of what I now feel.
A stubborn heart will never break
but mine is breaking now
A path to choose, a fight to lose...
Lord, God, please show me how.