The lines go to the same place..
They are drawn out by belief..
But some lines do not travel straight..
Some bend and turn..
Some even break..
This is the sadness of your God..
At times I could always see my line..
It was not to straight..
But i could still see where it was going..
Where it was drawn out to go..
So why am I mourning..
This is the sadness of your God..
My line one day was fading..
Yours seem to shine so very bright..
As if it was destined to shine over all the others..
A sort of outline to follow..
The perimeter of your belief..
Where your line was solid mine was hollow..
This is the sadness of your God..
The mistake we made was our love we made..
This painted your line in absolute..
With the color of regret..
To your God, The sad one who cries on me..
Because I belive in him now..
I have the sorrow to prove it..
My line will never shine or be lit..
This is the sadness of your God..