An Expression of Heart and Failure
Mold yourself into the shape of love,
If love is a shape that can be molded
Shattered the glass of agony you carry
On your shoulders, rise to your feet and forgive
Me cause I have sinned.
Opened my heart and yet looked down upon,
I cannot see your face in the mirror
All I see is my reflection,
And a drop of blood drips from my eyelid,
It�s a bloodshed tear caused by me
And I�m ashamed holding my head up
I�m looked down upon,
There�s nothing to take back my wrongs
Only these scattered words that now seem distant
There�s a force field it seems,
Holding me back from everything I believe in
Am I strong enough to deal with
This tiny roadblock, which, enables my love?
I preach to be heard
I write for you to read my words
So, can love take shape?
So, can love be molded?
Or is love a mold that takes shape?