Sometimes, I look at things and wonder if I made the right decision or if I missed out.
But there's no use in crying over spilled milk.
(I say this very literally since spilling milk happens a lot at my job.)
In the end, I know that I am where I am now. And though those dreams were once mine, I've let them float away. My heart was once concrete, stuck in its ways, but now it's lost in You.
So, though those old dreams may flit on by, taunting me with their glam and glitz, I close my eyes and let them pass, clinging to what it is my heart is really made for.
I find myself not caring about the things most care about.
I'm tasting freedom for the first time, freedom I thought I already knew.
It's indescribable.
In the end, I know that I am where I am now. And though those dreams were once mine, I've let them float away. My heart was once concrete, stuck in its ways, but now it's lost in You.
So, though those old dreams may flit on by, taunting me with their glam and glitz, I close my eyes and let them pass, clinging to what it is my heart is really made for.
I find myself not caring about the things most care about.
I'm tasting freedom for the first time, freedom I thought I already knew.
It's indescribable.
0 comments:
Post a Comment