All the eyes that I entertain,
everyday dressed poor weak,
I take in droves not vain
so be careful don’t speak.
I cling on the verge of sanity
and the future I do not know.
I will speak no wise words,
and in this state I won’t grow.
I care even as I try to numb
feelings, emotions and flaws.
Nothing gracious comes from
an icy hand as my heart stalls.
Pulsing deep I take a breath,
at life as it strides to pass by.
Life keeps going all changes
as in my eye a tear I cry.
The end will come too soon,
all changes except shades of moon
that gleam down on the doomed
rays of hope from gloom.
I want to kiss the sun
while under a haze I make.
Because I trust not a one;
under the sun all is fake.
Take my hand please I fall
to the pain of hurt of want.
Heaven forgive me for all
of the past that me it haunts.
Tainted sheets I toss away
and different mirrors tell
of all the things that stay
in eyes that I see make hell.
The soul mine is sour see?
I dance for people every day.
I want a different life for me
as it slowly slips away.
Cold a heart lit mine smiles
in little things rejoice I will.
I am thankful for everything
that allows my heart to heal.
Speaking In Tongues 