lines in the sand

[adammanx]

Sometimes, in the wreckage of our wake

There's a bitterness we harbor

And hate for hatred's sake

Sometime we dig an early grave

And crucify our instincts

For the hope we couldn't save

Sometimes a view from sinless eyes

Centers our perspective

And pacifies our cries

Sometimes the anguish we survive

And the mysteries we nurture

Are the fabrics of our lives