Crashing down

As I reflect on the stories of my youth

I dig deep for a kernel or truth

These are the kind of things

That keep us up at night

I've yet to find those fairy tale endings

Save for the times I was just pretending

These are the kind of things

That keep us up at night

What does it mean

When we mean what we say

But we keep losing faith every day

Deliver me from this wasteland

Deliver me from feeling alone

These days, at best are a shadow

Of what they should have been

Deliver me from this wasteland

Deliver me from feeling alone