Surely I've felt love's embrace
fallen under its spell
but was it even ever real?
who can tell?
Does it plant like a seed and stay?
in the sun
to sing,
to sway.
From seed, to sap, to stem
to blossom
bright,
and brave;
for hope,
for truth,
to save
A world, so dark,
depraved.
To forever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever fight for faith?
Or with first rain would it wash away?
May 14, 2012
May 14, 2012 at 12:06 AM UTC
Surely I've felt love's embrace
fallen under its spell
but was it even ever real?
who can tell?
Does it plant like a seed and stay?
in the sun
to sing,
to sway.
From seed, to sap, to stem
to blossom
bright,
and brave;
for hope,
for truth,
to save
A world, so dark,
depraved.
To forever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever,
and ever fight for faith?
Or with first rain would it wash away?
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