I see your face of sorrow and unworthiness.
The sad face of pain and hell waiting for you.
The smile upon your Lips
A grin of denial
The core of your being
Shattered and molding.
Winds of excuses
Soothing your soul,
As the core of of your sanity
Takes hold of your future.
It shows you the light
As you've never been told.
The truth for once again,
It seems rather old.
In the way of thinking
It's stupidly bold.
A heart for the taking
Is the way it's always been.
No worries for the small
And endlessly broken
Small...
And broken...
As all things should be
For all things not worthy.