Creative Spirit

No life flows through these arms
Wanting to hold little me
One who would not want from me
First finding escape in the bottle
The warmth of the sun down there
It was warm enough to push me over
As she laid her head on my shoulder
Shoulders that were so tired from carrying the load
Oh how my creative spirit has grown old
And my eyes don’t see clear anymore
The windows to my soul
And not to sound conceited
Feeling like my looks are a curse
Wondering if you saw my face or my eyes first
And this ocean wave could wash away
All the pain my soul felt today
And wash away my creative spirit
Standing on this beach, feet in the sand
Looking out into this blue sea
Truly this is the only time I can feel me
On this beach my creative spirit is free
And I am carefree
Reflecting on years passed by
Years where I was living a lie
And I sat there and watched my heart die
That moment my creative spirit went to sleep
Feeling like the sand under the sea
All the way at the bottom
With the weight of all this water on me
I feel you all around me
You take my creative spirit and drown me
And I try to wake up so my eyes can see
My creative spirit floating free