This World

 

 

This world, is just not right,

As I lay my head to rest at night,

Can you show me the meaning of love?

As it was offered from above.

 

Why do I fear, what hasn’t happened yet?

Tumbling dice define my bet,

A good man paid for all we do,

If only he truly knew.

 

Can you show me the meaning of love?

As the world holds a heart in a cold iron glove,

Try not to forget, if it hasn’t happened yet,

My fate placed upon a bet.

 

Falling apart at the seams,

The kindest man I ever knew, lost in his dream,

Died in a world that was not right,

His battle lost, his vision blinding his sight.

 

Can you show me the meaning of love?

A struggle of faith, a falling bloodied dove,

The hearts dream awoken without memory,

Days lived in shadow, struggling to be free.

 

Stoic

 

 

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