Look at you pretty girl
all scared by the world,
tears carve a broken face.
And you stare at the mirror
and see
the disaster play,
in those awful mistakes.
but come fire or come rain you
remain the same,
as calm as quiet waters,
sad grace.
What will it take
to make you safe
in the cold, darkness of sin?
and as a helping hand,
does light bend,
to shine;
around planets and man
alike.
So you've made it through
as few do...
putrid in toxic waste.
Changed by the fate
as Titanic sank,
can you like God forgive?
But right now,
palmed wild thoughts tare
a seam
hopelessly thin.
It takes patience and rhyme
for love to find room
in a crowded inn.
what can I say, but we all go mad from time-to-time.