Shall I Bring You Joy?What does one say, When the words don't form, straightaway... Where do we delve seeking phrases, When no one is willing to speak praises. Why do we turn away soft words?Shall I Bring You Joy?
Who knows the roads less traveled, Better than they who watched, unraveled. Where can I look to, Where is there life? And far-flung from the strife?
Hold on, dear heart.
Life is in the offing And Never let us part Until my dying day, coughing, Trying to breathe you once more.
Look to the future, To bring in the past, And Til I see you, again I will fast.
Memories we Can't ReplaceLonging for truth, we cast Our eyes forward, standing steadfast. We rush against the grain, still I can see all the pain, engraved in your will.Memories we Can't Replace
God made trials to strengthen And our era will slowly lengthen As our love bursts at the seams And our life is cast unto the dreams
You look back and wonder I look aft and recall the thunder Hand in hand we face, The memories we can't replace.
And Turn again to rise Until we are seen among the skies.
Truth and YouthWhence call'd but mind's own grace You drank up her soul'd embrace Your coil spent, not thrift in manner Now strung up on Satan's banner.Truth and Youth
Arush within His will Mindful now, that what till Time when fruit was within reach. This ourselves we do teach.
Hold thyself, great works of art And in thy womb lies the greater part. You who wonders at your life Give way to discontented strife.
Alone we taunt, the meerest youths When but we offer the greatest truths.
MiseryIn the time of meerest greeting Whence the halls of gracious seating, And all is but the rarest fleetingMisery
Moments lost for thus is beating.
Hoard the solace of your mind, As time progess, thou will find
Only this, a passing bind Around this mortal coil wind.
Rush you may as you grow weary, And abound the world turns dreary. Alone in lust for what is theory, With eyes alone that are now teary
You without a hope to see, This misery can only be.
Can it be.
Satisfied
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~EdenIslandOCT
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