NO STRENGTH BUT YOURS...
pain has taken away my practices and filled me with poetry. i tried to keep quietly repeating, NO STRENGTH BUT YOURS, but i feel i shouldn't. i used to be respectable, shining, and stable, but who cam stand in this strong wind and remember those days?
we rarely hear our inner-music anymore, but we're all dancing the dance nevertheless.
never the less!
i started looking for you the minute after i heard my first love story. you hate me so much you'd rather cage my inner-bird, keep me from flying free, and mute my song (when deep down i know it feels like throwing stones at a mirror).
but you won't know....
