Wise king Solomon said
"She looks down like the dawn"
My passion is as dark as red
I should have known it all along
Idolatry has been well fed
Through years of disappointment
This hope was surely unfounded
My heart is innocent
Chorus
I'm striving after wind
While it's blowing behind me
I don't know where to begin
Or if you'll ever find me
Striving after wind
And even if she said yes
Where would that leave me?
Vexation in an excess
Please inform me how to breathe
Idolatry has been well fed
Through years of disappointment
This hope was surely unfounded
Her heart seemed innocent
(Chorus)
Wise king Solomon said
"She looks down like the dawn"
My passion is as dark as red
Where did I go wrong?
An objective look at my dream lover
Could knock me out of my obsession
But still I must endure and suffer
Through years trapped in this dismal prison
(Chorus)
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Fights Without Fears Within
PoetryA collection of poetry that dives into both the external and internal difficulties of life.
