I ran and tried the darkness once more,
You were beside me but I wished not to look,
I played the game that I was ever happy,
Yet on the inside my soul was ever turning,
With writhe and evil for I was not at all happy,
But this evilness, this hidden shame, I gladly took,
For it is so hard after a long time of turning,
From your perfect love,
That when something bad happens I want to run again,
I push and I curse all the while I run and I shove,
But yet when I fall flat on my face,
You help me up and I try once more your pace.
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