From far seen thoughts in broken eyes
Will ever foreseen the truth of your shaking Hands lying still in wishes of lost days
If your world is not my playing field
The agony urge will never sees
Will never
Can never
Will it ever?
On darken days as shining can not rip my faith
But tangles my belief in what is true and if it is real
Or just a lesson learned long years
And by flashes of lost light forgotten
The signing silver on the red lace my only comforter
Darkness my only friend
And fear that will never have any of my disbelief of what i am or what i want
Will it take?
And if taking is done
Who shall fulfill or replace
That what cannot be filled
Broken life's hard shape ends
Never willing to do change or feel whats to be said
Cannot be revealed
I am, there for i do
And no quick stroke
Will ever bend my will
I think you should know
The slit of the tongue will never change my mind
Dwell for ever without reveling
But always in comfort of the Trinity