*I used to believe we were miracles
A gift of the stars above
Yet now my heart grows weary
As I feel the absence of love
The beauty which used to replenish us
The passion which used to revive
Is drowning beneath the anger and lies
I wonder, will it survive?
Such horrible miracles we've become
So deranged and mangled by greed
Is love a shimmer of light in the dark
To which our souls long to lead?
Peace so shriveled and distant
A memory I look upon fondly
A smile so timid, and longing
Whishing that maybe it'd find me*
Aug 6, 2016
Aug 6, 2016 at 10:09 PM UTC
*I used to believe we were miracles
A gift of the stars above
Yet now my heart grows weary
As I feel the absence of love
The beauty which used to replenish us
The passion which used to revive
Is drowning beneath the anger and lies
I wonder, will it survive?
Such horrible miracles we've become
So deranged and mangled by greed
Is love a shimmer of light in the dark
To which our souls long to lead?
Peace so shriveled and distant
A memory I look upon fondly
A smile so timid, and longing
Whishing that maybe it'd find me*
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