Writing a Better Story

I'm writing a new ending With a better story line Turn the page and leave the blanks With a plot that's less defined. And though I won't get back A day of stolen time I could go to bed at night With a better story line Leave that what can't be changed in the past Let the old house burn down And the wind scatter the ash Forgive myself for all the broken glass For what I didn't know how to say or ask I'm writing a new ending With a better story line Turn the page and leave the blanks With a plot that's less defined. And though I won't get back A day of stolen time I could go to bed at night With a better story line Verse: Here's the scene when I lost my map When the breadcrumbs blew away And there was no way back Just the compass of my heart to find the path Seen only dark, flash to lighting flash I'm writing a new ending With a better story line Turn the page and leave the blanks With a plot that's less defined. And though I won't get back A day of stolen time I could go to bed at night With a better story line Bridge There are stories shaped like stones The ones our hearts have always know The ones we finally call our own Down where the spirit meets the bone I'm ending where another story starts At the edges I can grow, even when their razor sharp. I'm grateful for the words that I bookmarked, Before I really knew, I'd need them for this part I'm writing a new ending With a better story line Turn the page and leave the blanks With a plot that's less defined. And though I won't get back A day of stolen time I could go to bed at night With a better story line