Hold on,
When your faith is breaking
Brother, we can't fall apart
At the same time and thing
So I'll harden out my heart
Though it's difficult for me
To try to fix you and myself
At the same time, honestly
Sometimes I wish for death
My grasp is slippery, weak
You're hanging by a thread
And life's pulling us to bits
We break ourselves instead
.
But I'll hold on;
As long as you're holding on
With me too, standing strong
It's easier to tough the pains
When you, I, we both remain
Though it will be hard for us
To fix the wreck we've made
If we do it with the same trust
We'll make this a better place
Just as long as both you and I
Brother, we will lose hope none
And if life's pulling us two away
We'll break our fingers trying to
Hold on.
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To My Wayward Sons (Supernatural Poetry)
PoetrySupernatural poems that I write when all the: -massive emotional damage -overwhelming crack -severe obsession -rare inspiration -demon possessing me is too much to handle. 50% feels, 50% crack, 100% trash. Abandon all hope, ye who enter here! ××× ...
