My name is tolerance,

Your name is fear,

Stoking up hatred,

Of things I hold dear



My name's acceptance,

Your's bigotry,

Insulting of everything,

That's true to me



My name is hopefully,

Your's there's no way,

Yet I still hold hope that

You find truth one day

Why am I such a sad little soul?
What can I do to make me feel whole?
The deep chasm in my chest is wide and dark,
This is where demons come to leave their mark.
Sick and tired of all the pain,
I pray for comfort for I know Jesus reigns.
Jesus pats my weary shoulder and whispers in my ear,
"It's okay,  My darling, I'll make the demon's mark disappear."
Then my whole body is filled with his light,
The demons shriek at the sight.
One by one they vanish and my body is clean.
I'm amazed at the sight, the evil is nowhere to be seen.

Body hunched over a bed
Trembling and sweating against the covers
She is trying her hardest to mend
The painful memories overwhelming her
Memory after memory
Traumatizing her completely
Into a coma in which she walks around lifelessly
Thinking of absolutely nothing
But what had been done to her

Wandering and taking a hike
Nothing but pain all over the place
A breeze of suffer coming from the west
It was life putting smile on my face
Now it's just tears mixed with dust
When I opened the door of memories
Have mercy on the beating clock
I can't overcome flooded misery
Or keep my heart in a decent pace