Some days, I just lie on the grass in the sun.

I have a heart full of many questions,

And a mind on the run.

The golden rays paint delicate,

Unknown tales on my skin,

While I hear little whispers of "What if…?"

Weave softly under and within.

If I were to have never broken,

And never been bent,

What kind of man would I have met?

What risks would I have spent?

I could've traveled so far,

And could've flown up high,

But the winds of my own choices

Just pass me sadly by.

I gently trace every single line

Of a myth I once spun,

All in the echoes of joyful laughter,

Laying on the grass in the sun.

But these shadows in my mind are talking,

And they call desperate my name,

Reminding me softly,

That we're all the same.

If I had never broke,

And never a little bent,

What kind of beautiful dreams

Would I have actually met?

What fun would I have spent?

Though the scars those shadows whisper,

"You've come a long way,"

I still find myself wishing

And chasing those missing yesterdays.

But they say there's tenderness

In such heavy madness,

And it balances together with sadness.

They say there's such freedom in sorrowful pain.

Yet, why does this ache still remain?

Each misstep I take,

Creates a graceful stroke

On a canvas I've claimed.

Wild and beautiful, forever untamed.

With the warmth of the sun

On my weathered face,

The Lord giving me His endless grace,

And the gentle breeze flowing through my hair,

I'm learning to love every flaw I bear.

No one is perfect,

We all have scars we share.

If I were to ever break,

Or ever be bent,

What kind of heart would people have met?

What love have they spent?

These wounds can heal,

But never fully mend.

I'd really rather be here,

With lessons I've learned and earned,

Than live in a world

Where my heart never burned.

So I'll lay on the grass in the sun,

Let its comfort soak through me

Until day is done.

I'm thinking about everything,

But I'm loving what I now know,

Watching how beautifully

Broken hearts can grow.

In the bright blinding light,

And the dim mysterious shadows,

I swim in the depths

And rest in the shallows.

I will find my way back home

To the man I'll meet,

The journey that makes my story complete.

That is where I am,

With a story to tell,

No longer trapped in yesterday's spell.

I have become more than roots,

I have grown.

And even my thorns are beautifully shown.