In the blink of an eye,
The world can cease.
Woe to you,
As you hear the people cry.
Wishing heaven,
And inviting hell,
What remains,
As we lift the veil?
Broken and ashamed,
Of who we are,
Lower your sleeve,
To cover that scar.
What we are,
Is not who we'll be.
Finding a purpose,
In lifting the frail,
Who can we be?
Tomorrow will tell.
Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 1:35 PM UTC
In the blink of an eye,
The world can cease.
Woe to you,
As you hear the people cry.
Wishing heaven,
And inviting hell,
What remains,
As we lift the veil?
Broken and ashamed,
Of who we are,
Lower your sleeve,
To cover that scar.
What we are,
Is not who we'll be.
Finding a purpose,
In lifting the frail,
Who can we be?
Tomorrow will tell.
