Condemned To My Condition

I tend not to place myself in blind traffic/ Not really searching for your words of sorrow/ But for your words to consistently reside with action/ Soul searching/ All my rooms sit in silence/ Recollecting the mistakes/ Promised never to visit these ways/ On the verge of broken/ Far from shattered/ I have a key/ You are the master/ Let me take time to change this dynamic/ Step by step/ My thoughts become decisions/ Learn to stand strong with confusion/ Become one with resilience/ For I will live free of condemnation/ Furthermore/ Dispensing from my condition William K. Butler