I had a way

i had a way of walking
in my path-
in my life
i had a way of looking
into my lost soul
with a knife.

but something happened
in the way
and now i know i won't
i won't be able to walk again
i'm afraid to say but i don't

i had a way of feeling
the love, the hate,
the fear.
i had a way of running
but still be hear, be near.

and nothing happened
in the way
and i still know i will.
i will always love, and hate, and fear
i'll run or just stay still