Nothing New This Way Comes, By MwsR
How can one talk about the “new”
When my heart still is fighting loving you.
Where can one put this all behind,
All years that were so unkind
Never starting anything
Because of losing almost everything
To say I learnt from being blue
That is the only thing I think that’s true.
Shattered are all those years, of mine
Sacred, was never those tears that I cried
Humble has always been the way to be
Scarred was the love you seldom gave to me.
New Year, same tears
New beginnings, same fears
A twisted justice is my restraint
Walking all over someone, it ain’t
New to who, I have no ideal
I just know these feelings of mine are real.
Here’s to more, missing you, but not
Hoping you’d come, but wishing you’d stop
Dreaming things would be different and change some way
But knowing in my heart, that’s not how this game is played.
And so it’s cheers to the believers, the hopeful, and the humble
The ones who show you how to be real loving
The ones who walk the path seldom trod
Just to make someone else, better than not.
Happy doesn’t seem the appropriate wish
But,” Long live the strong”, is.
Mws R Writings 