Running Through a Mine Field

Have you been uncertain where you stand?
You feel like an immigrant in an unknown land,

Lost, and slipping into the quicksand,

Screaming but it doesn't seem to make a sound,

And every mistake you made keeps you bound.

You feel like your running through a mine field,

Never knowing if the very ground will sustain the explosion,

And when will the pain stop and if your voice will hold out.

Putting my love on a shelf or ripping off each one of my limbs,

Which one is worse?

With my heart on the line, I gave you my last breath,

But you thought of only yourself, Without a sign of hope.

So instead put a rope around my neck and choke me until I shout,

Tell me what this life is about anyways, Because when I look around,

I see a war-torn city with bombs sounding off, one by one,

As the smoke rises with the sun black is all I see, even when the day just begun.

Everyday I feel like like I'm running through a mine field,

Scrambling to survive another night,

Not knowing where I'm headed or where to turn,

But I swear I found something that is worth the fight,

And everyday I learn more and more.

With that knowledge I find the door of escape is one step closer,

I found-

I'm just a musician not the composer of a perfect melody,

I'm a puzzle piece of a much bigger picture, But I came from a nobody.

And You made me something, Not a person adding stricture to this confused reality,

Because You chose life for me instead of being another fatality.

You filled that void, the wasteland that infected my restless soul,

And surged Your life through mine like a million volts,

You revived me when my pulse was dull.

Now everything is fine.