I kneel before the temple of tomorrow, while still lingering in yesterday. Cut by broken promises, and choking on the words I couldn't say.
Here I cried a river so vast, that it became a sea. I cupped my hands but couldn't catch, all the shattered parts of me.
Prayers slip from red stained lips, but it's just to heavy in heart. There's no more a clear reflection, that ripples do not part.
I have hope tucked in my pocket, I built this raft with dreams. But I can't keep from drowning, it's busting at the seams.
Waves pull from the earth, my heart now ticks to the rhythm of sorrow. I can't mend what's already fallen apart, but I can find faith in the Temple of tomorrow.
— The End —