What's Left Is Yours, I Promise.

Yet there's no waiting; glass forms the place where we walk,
But, what's left is yours, I promise, though who would bet on that.
Silent echoes beat across your mind; you're lost, I see;
Tripping so delicately, blinking; lost in what?
Take that deep breath the Savior promised that would be breathed for you;
You're bound to need it sometime, but maybe not just yet.
Might've you mistaken them as a kind soul?
They'll tell you, "Now, don't you feel better?"
A sunset touches your eye, but you don't see it; why?
Too much on your mind for such taste to be seen?
Yet there's no waiting; glass forms the place where we walk,
But, what's left is yours, I promise, though who would bet on that.

Silent echoes beat across your mind; you're lost, I see;
Tripping so delicately, blinking; lost in what?
Lost in love? Love was never there, my dear child
It was a lie. It was all a lie.
Take a deep breath that the Savior promised that would be breathed for you;
Let the air tickle your lungs; there, doesn't that taste better?
Let the water trickle onto what lips you've left;
And remember, you must breathe once in awhile.
Those skies muster what you won't take; you shutter away,
There's nothing left you're lost amoungst the broken rays.
Yet there's no waiting; glass forms the place where we walk,
But, what's left is yours, I promise, though who would want to bet on that?

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Rhyme:
a,b,c,d,e,f,g,h,i,j,k,l, m,n,o,p,q,r,s,t,u,v,v,w