Water runs outside,
It rains on the temple of my soul,
Splashing mists of goldfish and marigolds,
Swimming,
Pondering the thoughts of the past,
Thinking about who to keep strictly friends,
Just for the sake of my mental status,
Just for the sake of waking up knowing someone finds me special in the mirror,
Just for the sake of realizing who I am and how special all of my gifts are,
Fighting for life feels like a loosing battle till you wake up in a grateful pile of tears in the morning,
Last nights fears,
Are now drowned out by the morning tears,
Thought I'd never feel victory again!,
Now I feel the voice of heaven trembling,
Never took a day in my adult life away from men,
But always complaining about getting trampled within,
Would the tears save me tomorrow?,
By grace through faith,
Faith without action is faith waisted,
Hope without a dream is death,
I have hope for myself,
I dream of great things I'll achieve,
I'll never slump with the beggars again but be a lender to them as a ghostly friend,
I see myself surrounded with good company,
True best friends,
Who don't need my question on them,
Free from sin,
I see my flesh burned at the stake,
Right now my soul is in sacrifice for great delight,
Like the blind having eyes with no sight,
Nature at its finest height,
Love at its most unhealthy stimulant,
Wet, filled cups of liquid,
I refuse to cry blood anymore,
You will never make my morning tears of joy cry bloody murder again.
