Strained

I go back to my childhood, when with friends and family I grew up,
The playfulness and fights, love and hate all in good measure
From the sweet innocent selves then, to the men we are today
Through all the twists of life, time we spend with them we still treasure

Family could be friends, friends could be more than family
Flocking together as one of the same feather
As we grow up, we fly out away from each other
In search of our destinies, not any more together

On one hand we effortlessly keep in touch across the world
News from every corner reaching through the endless maze
Sometimes missing joyous moments, but happy through our invisible presence
and other times sad on the loss of a dear one, my heart in a faze

And then with each one on a different path and our self ever changing
we get into strange delusions and get caught in feuds and wars
Sometimes not knowing the truth, we cut ourselves down
Stories passed around and falling for growing disharmony, we leave deep scars

Today I have grown to understand, that while I connect to most,
The relationships that meant most may have got lost and somewhere strained
Deep wounds to seal, I seek unconditional love and my self to heal
Pray that the love returns to those who mean and their bitterness disdained.

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