Two, Fourteen, Oh…
I wipe the mist from the mirror
My reflection a collection of women I slept with.
Somewhat disgusted at this lust filled vessel.
Two years, too many, too fast.
Was on a bad track.
Blessed I didn’t have to back track.
Got off that path.
With no pregnant ladies, no babies
No STDs or AIDs.
Right then and there, staring at the wear and tear on my facade.
I should have fallen to my knees and gave praise to God.
But I came to my own conclusion
That this train was moving too fast in and out of tunnels
And I had to get off before it derailed and became detrimental.
No God, no preacher, no sex-ed teacher.
I know the fate that await.
That weight I did not want to carry.
Especially knowing one day I want to marry.
Two, Fourteen, Oh…
Back then I went at it alone, was by myself
One year celibate.
Now that I’m home, I have help.
It is the light that guides me.
But some nights I flip that switch.
Looking for something I crave.
Forgetting I’m saved.
If I’m not careful, I’ll have one foot in the grave.
You see, I’m single and ready to mingle.
Will I go all the way, or will He put a wrinkle in my plan.
These days, He has a way of speaking to me through my pastor in dreams.
Revealing the outcome, if I go through with these deeds.
So I wake up in a sweat, as I lay next to she.
It’s time to leave.
I go home alone and breathe a sigh of relief.
That God showed me my reflection.
Two, Fourteen, Oh…
Let’s remove these mirrors.
These distorted images can’t cloud me anymore.
This is a delicate situation.
Don’t want to be without you anymore.
Let’s not allow it to shatter into a million pieces.
Your light found and completed me.
My mind is much clearer now.
I understand what you need.
I’m your security now. Cover me.
This vessel is now filled with love. Pour into me.
I’ve committed to this relationship.
I’m ready to follow your lead.
Two, Fourteen, Oh…
You and me.
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