 | Run, make haste for love's decline has taught me wise and cleared my eyes
between the lines lies truth and lies the latter a thing to hate, no, despise
a kiss of life is garnered by death which slowly sweeps and swallows ones breath
catch a fire and rinse those flames for fury's wrath leaves none untouched
change one's tact and cling to heart cause freedom within is seldom set
chase a dream and catch a smile embrace the light or run a mile
engulf a thought deny the pain and set aside the need to jump.
Written & (c) Roselie Luafutu 2008 |  |