Softening of thought
Worthless cause so unfamiliar
life less eyes so unforgiving
hope the hearts beat cannot touch
lies the soul speaks in a reckless rampage
to an end
Being only who I am
Needing only what I know
Wanting only you
in the hearts fulfillment of your grace
Feeling only what you are
Being only who I am
Love just what I love
Soul, life, joy
In my hands
What was written was meant to be
Been a long time
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