This hope I keep,
No need for sleep,
For now it sustains the Heaven I seek.
Blinding as the rising Sun,
Peaceful as the falling rain,
Simple as this red, red rose,
Perfect as perfection goes.
I see it now,
The truth I'm shown.
Forever now,
No lies I'm told.
Listen,
Ratat. . . Ratat.
What noise is that?
A mutated soul at my window,
Seeking a Heaven it cannot reach.
I hold out my hands - In suplication -
For I see the light of it's hope
(Simple, Blinding, Perfect, Peaceful.).
So I guide it home,
Through the rain and snow.
It's home is not my heaven,
For I know not where it is.
Solemn wispers echo.
I know not.
Where is the heaven I seek?
I follow the wispers.
Tiny moths that murmer though caverns
and hallways, and valleys and sea's,
Yet I cannot find my peace.
So I'll live with my hope,
(Simple, Blinding, Perfect, Peaceful)
And I'll survive.
But when I die,
My heaven will come to me,
Through the rain and snow,
And banish my misery.
Reason for writing:
Gee, I don't know what really inspired me, but I really would like some feed back.
Birth sign: Pisces
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