Feel me
Coursing thin, from hate to grim
Aspiring for faith to rule
Bonding seclusion’s of emotions
For fruitless rewards to be subdued.

But I’m of hope
In twisted roots
Pleasing pleasures as naked as youth.

For I have seen
The shades of greed
In grooming happiness to be too real

And with time to heal
I have seen all dreams
And settled for what God’s can give