Such a sadness so deep and through out
Oh the Lord does bless to this I have no doubt
But in this journey all my tears well

"Immortal"

Sometimes I wander down the road to hell,

and with myself I bring them small souls.

Sometimes you can't hear

Poetry: Offering

The offering,

offerd to all who will accept.

I always rejected you,

I always thought I could do it myself,

I sat there and listened to your words,

made a point to understand .

I held out my hand,

within it my heart

and agreed to

How did this happen?

How could this be?

Could I could satisfy you?

With such a humble off-e-ring?

I could give you my body