Oh heart, cold and still.What shall warm you more than love? Cast away by your own will. Darkness forms to fit like a glove.
Yet you fear, not to understand, for in reverence you may bow.What of truth placed in your hand? Yet still you question how.
As building around you fall, You look as if amazed. Trying with meaningless words to stand tall. A cold heart now a blaze.
Anger forms around the weak. A protection of the heart. For every word a lie to speak. Until in death once assigned, bids you now to part.
Originally Posted On Site: 2010-12-02 06:02:23
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