Regrets

[Antoinette Fourie]

The shadow on my threatened soul now makes my heart confess
The harvest wasn’t plentiful, the wages became less
Forceful wishes broke my bones, the fire hot as hell
Self fulfilling prophecy I casted my own spell

This judgement, is it real or just a ghost from days gone by
Will my brittle bones dry up from all the tears I cry
Forgiving me, myself and I should be my saving grace
I’m running with the desert winds to find a resting place

I’ve graduated several times, have tasted milk and honey
I’ve been to paradise where almost every day is sunny
Now I’m standing here and watch the high tide moving in
Drowning is inevitable unless He saves my skin