Hopeless lies deep
in the heart of loved enemies
I cry
My sorrow so unnoticed
for hurt chaotic souls
With tender eyes
and lips that heal
I pour open hands into dying life
well fixed into stone
I long for
Friends of compassion
Real and thoughtful hearts
but my depth is considered annoyance
My skies to broad
for understanding
My world so corrupt
I want to save spirits and not
become middle human
I desire what is good
to be known, unheard
And slowly sinking down
muck stains my tears
So I say
where does truth slumber?
Why are we weak
to know strength?
God help this empty place
To be full of your love
Your love can save
hopeless I'm sure
Jan 25, 2025
Jan 25, 2025 at 11:30 AM UTC
Hopeless lies deep
in the heart of loved enemies
I cry
My sorrow so unnoticed
for hurt chaotic souls
With tender eyes
and lips that heal
I pour open hands into dying life
well fixed into stone
I long for
Friends of compassion
Real and thoughtful hearts
but my depth is considered annoyance
My skies to broad
for understanding
My world so corrupt
I want to save spirits and not
become middle human
I desire what is good
to be known, unheard
And slowly sinking down
muck stains my tears
So I say
where does truth slumber?
Why are we weak
to know strength?
God help this empty place
To be full of your love
Your love can save
hopeless I'm sure
