 | Oh, where have all the good souls gone?
I pray some do remain...
Is there but one who stays out of this game?
Has the Devil truly won?Am I insane?
Truth has been gained,
and wisdom attained,
yet with memories lie pain
as He is put to shame.
This grave of a mind fills with rain
angels witness the crime of the day.
Effort is not meaningless nor in vain,
strength, though witheld,
forver stays.
No regrets for the "price paid"
Falls by saints were made
to insure pure righteousness obtained.
Cries and tears altough mundane,
make way the skies to higher planes.
Soar above, fall below, never disdain,
She became the eyes, the messenger,
to show Him yet again.
Written by Hazel_Eyes
Submitted by Hazel_Eyes |  |
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