In motion no greater then a second
is the pressure my heart pounds
alone and behold a new life has
become so greatly mattered with so much love just stated in one single strand of rope burning in to
ash from the burning torches of the deep black hatred heart that lives among us day in and day out which no one can contain in one daring second day in and day out pounding of the sore dark and hatred heart
there is no escaping until today
what would u say if maybe the hearts not dark at all?
one daring second shines bright almost like a hot summer day
the lonely heart can shine among us with among
never shall another dark hatred soul come near an indulging heart
