death is only a path of life |
In a dark room, in a cold place.
I stood far from life's fate...
Deep, Dark, and cold
a blue in my fallen soul...
A simple sin not lust but more
that ripped across my sleeping from...
The pain it takes with it all
the very being of the gods...
There in that very moment
all my hurt seemed to fall...
A shell of iron cords
rote throw pain and scorn...
I dream about the sight of your eyes
how you must have looked in the night...
Can we love
can we know...
Are we alone, are we crying
should we feel like we are dieing...
I love to love you
is that a fools dream...
We are born to make mistakes....we live to fix them...and die hoping we have.... |
The blind man sees far more clearly then the man with sight. The deft man hears far better then the man with hearing. Th man with out love loves far more then the man who has it every day. |
If we give up on ourselves then we have no right for others to believe in us....but dang it if they dont. |