The darkening of my heart
Is the flowering of my soul.
A blossoming rose of shining hope,
A glowing to help me cope
With the darkness in my eyes.
Eyes of light blue
That look of a beginning new,
But only to you who
Could not tell that my
Tale of sorrow led to the tainting of my
Crystal eyes that cried when the sun did not
Shine nor rise so the heavens grieve with me
For the loses and blows I take by wind.
A chill of cool fate whips me with an icy scar
That will last forever.
Marking my body with the figure
That haunts us all in reality
And dream or our nightmares.
That scare gentle children
As they sing their merry tunes
Of the God that sends angels to
Guide them through the fog,
Then through the mist,
And last through the darkness that blinds their
Way to safety on the path of gold
And silver streams the seem to tell
Of a world of misery
Where dreams are bound
With flaming rings.
That dance as they snicker at you.
Gossip, envy, and anger growing in thorns
To burn you as you tear out blood
For your sins.
A light comes to fly you away to a better place
Of love, happiness, and laughter growing in flowers.
To us light is good.
To the living light is a gift.
To the dead the light is a tunnel that signals
Death to us part from kin and brethren
That may bind us to this place we call home.
This is why the light is dark and
The dark is light.
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