Though the belief is still there
the faith has long since run out
having volunteered my heart
I can no longer bleed
I pray for change
though my mind knows better
is this your will?
or the cruel wind of fate?
won't thy heart soften?
metamorphosis complete
so that our paths may cross
intertwining and increasing
perhaps, but perhaps not
my belief shall not die, nor my faith falter
Mar 22, 2012
Mar 22, 2012 at 5:20 PM UTC
Though the belief is still there
the faith has long since run out
having volunteered my heart
I can no longer bleed
I pray for change
though my mind knows better
is this your will?
or the cruel wind of fate?
won't thy heart soften?
metamorphosis complete
so that our paths may cross
intertwining and increasing
perhaps, but perhaps not
my belief shall not die, nor my faith falter
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