We are all homeless in one way or another Whether weve lost ourselves to lust Inflamed passions for things desired; forgotten the other Wandering aimlessly, in love with something that will only collect dust Or perhaps weve been led into the wilderness by some radiant lover, just to be left out in the cold A distant memory, and the warmth of home What are we then to do? Cause in the heat of bliss, we swore we would never love another There was truth and dignity in that oath Can there be any hope for their retention, in its breaking? That even while being disavowed, we recognize humanity We have all made mistakes, And God, Ive made mistakes But my mistakes havent made me
Posted on: Sun, 17 Aug 2014 23:05:07 +0000