Keeping it all locked deep deep inside with all the attic secrets safety in dark places What comes of this baring of the soul anyways But the pathes of continued yearning I bared it all and paid a price for the honesty within No........and I told myself in the beginning don't don't do this Yet I did .......I gave it all and still still I feel the same Without
If the deeds of the hand and word of the mouth were all that one was capable of not a bit would be more ripples on a pond if the heart moves and moves the heart of another through selflessness and true knowledge of our fellow then what we do becomes enough and to spare for most would know that the actions were pure and with such purity the sacrifice is forever.
Our best is never good enough our worst is in the trash we lay awake ... long lonely nights as our minds thrash... with the words we want to write telling of all the sadness within the happiness we once called love ... now this word... is a sin
this thin string is the bridge to the future you can't perceive. no one dares to live on the edge until you're born to die. the thread you hold will let the story unfolds. don't be jaded to fly to reach that mountain high.