Free me

Life is the empty white pages of a book that is waiting for me, the ink to write into it
To tell the tales of my life's never ending journies
My story does not contain any fairy tales
No glass slippers or prince charming's kisses in sight
Only shoes worn down from walking in the soles of my troubles

I want to leave my mark on this world , like a shoe print painted in the sand
Please don't let the water from the shores wash it all away
Tornado in the wind, lift me off my feet and take me away
Blood flowing down my hands from fighting with my demons
Waiting patiently for the rain to wash it all away
Cleanse me and make me anew
Now that's the true definition of a baptism
Release me from this unorthodox prism