How will I measure
ENOUGH of my heart's desire?
When my soul seems
getting tired of loving the path.
How long it is to wait
to hear sweet songs of lyre?
When this l'ttle
patience will start to grow into wrath.
My faith , now frail,
please give me reasons to believe
That your great words
are not empty dust in the wind.
But gold! It shines in
my heart and not to deceive
That hope is here at
hand to let us both ascend.
And so when my SELF
loses strength for this last chance
Of bringing back the
love in this midst of the Dark.
Grab me at once for I
might fall far in a distance!
DEEP! Deep down the
cliff where there is no trail, no mark!
Though hard but this
is the point to just put a bet,
That something better
is going to happen yet.
AT THE POINT WHEN
WAITING BECOMES THE HARDEST HIT
Thursday,
February 06, 2014
1:30 AM
