I desire and I will grow closer, to my holy ancient roots.
I aspire to master thyself, and to walk closer to the truth.
My soul knows mighty power, that I want to know – intimately, and sacred.
While, darkness, I have escaped it.
Harsh memories, I replay them… I steady contemplated, on breaking —
Chains, that I found myself in.
Still, love was simply latent.
Spirituality, was sitting adjacent.
I know scars and defeat, as I fight to stand up.
I told myself to man up, when broken down to the floor.
On that floor is a war, as blood leaks from my wrists…
Will I fall, or will I draw?
Or, will I overcome, all of this.
I don’t know exactly what is next.
I just know that I’ve been a mess:
Searching, waiting, prying for love and it’s bliss.
Never loving myself in complete, broken heart, I’ve been asleep.
Now that I’m awake, and I see more damage.
I am a love lost, from a love loss.
I carry a cross, to know he loves all.
And, that is how I manage.
I look in the mirror at times,
And I feel the palest.
My heart beats sometimes,
But at times feel the stalest.
From out the window, I let out my scream.
I will run this world, and I will sweetly dream.
Wishing for love, and our beautiful team…
Inhaling the smoke, mirrors shattered on scene.
I broke open a layer, for love I’m ever so keen.
Do most love themselves?
Do I love myself.
I question and reply.
We are all destined to die.
Lying awake, by myself… Lying asleep, with no one else.
I stand up, to an eternal truth.
Love, is a war, that I will peacefully and patiently truce.