Looking clumsily over the bare trees so soon to again bud after the cold is gone
Just because what I want has not been shown, doesn't mean it's time to quit walking down the road.
I read of everafters, and forevermores, of lusts, and greeds, and idol things, remarked "bravo!" "a masterpiece", is fame worth the toll?
The cost of ones soul?
I try to make amends in the filthiness, I leave brushing off the bad attitudes off my shoulder and know the same people I will pray for all the more.
It is not I, that is the most important yet fumbling I fail at times to see~
What in the world I did to make you truly hate me.
I can't go back and appologize, continueously, for things I have already to you.
And I am brand new in God's eyes, that is so precious to me.
And just as the cold shall come in the Northern sky
It is temporary, and so is life~
So finally I am good with goodbye~