Poetry... it's been a long time...

Jan 27, 2005 11:55

Dying with your dreams.

and i'm thinking...

the truth must exceed personality pulls.

and i'm thinking...

He who died for me did not make me a tool.

and i'm wondering...

why you treat me like a fool.

and inside i'm crying...

cause this is not my conception of beauty.

my heart is being rent.

by what i see as evil intent.

And all hell can break loose...

when we don't die to the life from which he came to set us free.
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