Trust takes years to build, seconds to break, and forever to repair.

A part of me wants an answer, but a part of me doesn't want to know,
A part of me wants to keep holding on, but a part of me wants to let go.

The thing that hurts even more than loosing them, is remembering all the good times we've had together.

There's soon to come a day where this
And all else cease to exist
Where every line and stich in time
Will make its way into the light

All the saints that have been called
From daily battles they have fought
To rightly claim their reward
Eternity with their Sweet Lord

Without its sting, death lost its curse
Where first is last and last is first
Every plan once made by man
Will reach its final bitter end

Every tear that ever wept
All dried eyed in a flash
A promise made a promise kept
On the day the Lord comes back

And on that day, all this you see
Including sin, will cease to be
When every line and stich in time
Makes its way into the glorious light

Your skin is not paper so don't cut it, your neck is not a coat so don't hang it, your body is not a book so don't judge it, your heart is not a door so don't lock it, your life is not a movie, so don't end it.