People this is NOT a love story. I repeat NOT a love story. It’s just a metaphor for actual light and darkness. You know … how two opposite things exist together but not as one. And it just seemed appropriate that I put it in a context of a “he” and a “she” so tell me what you think – good/ok/bad/sucks- anything!! Just please comment!!! :)
They rise and rise and rise again
The screams and cries that scar within
Her heart in shreds
Her soul out sped
Her hands out stretched
Her tears crimson red
An angel of light
With wings held tight
Pondering in darkness
For hope that might
Release her anger, her pain, her fright
Set free her wings and quench her thrive
So long she has been
Lost in cold
Sitting and wondering
On a hither stone
With waves of regret, redemption swept
Hitting upon her shores, mercy frozen dead
He once held her hands
And whispered a promise
Of endless time
Among stars of heavens
But plunged her deep in waters cold
Chained in hate to the lockers of jones
Her screams of plead
Crystal hewn tears
No longer pierce
A deserted heart
For she can nor he ever be
Together as one in the Promised Land
They rise and rise and rise again
The screams and cries that scar within
His heart in shreds
His soul out sped
His hands out stretched
His tears crimson red
