by Derrick Wales

Created on: May 21, 2007

Ashen fields of make believe swallow footprints of disbelief. An answer plaguing doubt within our hearts. Angels surround to honor the sin we've become in which we harbor. A sacrament of mourning for time when we depart.
I've tried so hard to find my way. I've fought your diseases and fought the plague. I'm failing, I'm deceiving, I need your hand to guide meBefore the erasing.

I've mourned within for years knowing sure I've become what I fear most. Afraid to make a move and afraid that I may try and I've scaled the belly of the darkness enthroning searching for the beacon to guide me back home. Afraid to fail and afraid of what's to come if I prevail.
I've tried so hard to find my way. I've fought your diseases and fought the plague. I'm failing, I'm deceiving, I need your hand to guide meBefore the erasing.
Cold spirits flow within me, I'm floating here atop animosity. Afraid to make a move, afraid to rise above. Afraid of sinking further in the atrocity I've become. Is this misery I'm containing inside? Feels like I'm cutting myself with the memories I try to hide. God only knows into what I may grow. I'm changing I know for sure although is the change a cast away from home? Am I safe where I may recluse until I find my way? I've tried so hardI've tried so hard.
I've tried so hard to find my way. I've fought your diseases and fought the plague. I'm failing, I'm deceiving, I need your hand to guide meBefore the erasing.
I've cried so much my eyes are bruised. I've fought off the demons I, myself, turned loose. I'm sailing, I'm receiving, I need your hands to guide me to the shores the shadows are erasing.

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