Tear Symphonies

A path poorly tread through the bush and the trees
That crosses the rivers of depression and tear symphonies
That passes right through the cities of lost hope and inspiration
Was the path that I followed blindly with no destination.

It took me from my broken heart to a world in much more pain
Where I stayed awhile in the town of nothings to gain
I then journeyed through the valley of darkness and sins
And prayed with it’s permanent residents, our razors to our skins.

I grew restless so I travelled next to the suicidal plains
Where the anguish, tears and anger nearly drove me quite insane
I slowly ventured forth to what I knew would be recovery
Shocked to see a mountain range rising up in front of me.

At the base of the mountains was a camp of those like I
Some had attempted to scale the cliffs, others were afraid to try
They called themselves the failures, and called out to me in time
Saying I should join them, because it was impossible to climb.

As tempted as I was, and as frightening as they were
I knew I had to scale those cliffs if I wanted to recover
Many times I changed my mind, almost turning back
And joining all the others at the mountain base failure camp.

Yet I climbed until I tired, and even then I did not rest
I was always good at giving up, but this time I did my best
And when I reached the top, I thought I saw nothing but success
And a world I had missed so much, one of happiness.

A path poorly tread through the bush and the trees
That crossed the rivers of depression and tear symphonies
That lead me high over mount recovery and, after all I’d been through
This path that I had walked so long lead me back to you.