Greener Grass

The brightness of what I don't have

Is that beacon so far out of reach.

No, it was never meant to be mine.

Pushed away by the frustration,

I'm running from my tears.

That beacon of solace is in my hands.

But it burns me.

I look back from where I've run.

It calls to me,

Saying I left my heart back there.

I've seen the greener grass,

But what's rightly mine burns brighter now.

These will scars remind me

How I almost gave up my heart.