19/10/2012

We laughed without fear of the future.

Full of petty complaints
When there are tears from the saints.
A heart most deserving
But a loss most unnerving.
Why to the best
When more suited for the rest?
How can you trust
When all has turned to dust?
Caught by surprise,
Will this be our demise?
To grow closer together.
Make bonds that won't sever.
Or to push apart,
like we were from the start.
A test of faith
For it did scathe.
Please, hide those blank stares,
Our weapon is our prayers.

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