To be branded soulless and insane,
Seeking a raft in stormy seas
But what else would the Lord seek?
But to assuage falsities
And negate impetuosity,
Where there is the light of hope
There I go, supported by a rope;
The tears trickle down,
Heartbroken and without
The one love that I had sought,
Withered like petals in a windy bout;
And I face the pain head on,
Knowing that I have won
With action and restraint
And the flames of love
Keeping me warm through the rain.
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