anthonyjs's Blog
We are finding our way,
itâs a hallway, bleak and plain.
we are crippled in the mind,
lost in the heart,
hunting for that which is not.
The beat of a heart,
the heart speeds to cry.
cold metal to the pain,
and the hours pass,
the feeling does wane.
What are dreams, hopes,
burning faith, all sworn by fire,
while melting icy ropes.