At the core of my being,what do I see? Past the confusion, anger and pain. What is it there deep inside me? Past the crimson stain.
Am I only flesh to be ripped apart? Am I a spirit lost in the wind? Or does one greater than me, hold my heart?Now and till the end.
Have I become less than I am? Tell me who is me. Is my spirit a lion or lamb? Open my eyes that I might see.
Has the coldness of the day caused me to seek the night? Within the realms of happiness, Have I only come to fight?
Never is the answer seen until my head I rest. For I am is what I see. The other is only a test.
For when my body I lay down, I take my final breath. I wish to hear angels sing. The pain of this world I left.
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