If someone could save me
If someone would try
My broken wings
They could still fly
Don't speak of tomorrow
Or of my grave
You can keep your sorrow
In the bed that you made
And I’ll be a candle
A light in the dark
I”ll be a fire
The flame and the spark
There's no one can save me
No not from myself
Or the pain that has made me
There's dust on that shelf
There where they placed me
When They stole all my wealth
Still I’ll be your candle
Your light in the dark
Come make me your fire
Your flame and your spark
I can be your angel
I can be your sin
Give me your rain
And I’ll be your wind
Consecrated sorrows
Make sacred our sins
In silence we thunder
Howl with the winds
We are the storm
Together we rage
Gathering darkness
A spell on the page
A word of wonder
Love
That we make.
Make all the Gods envy
The love that we make.
Wow. I am glad I subscribed. I want to say things, but I feel quiet now. So, Let's just let it speak for itself.
I'm not big on poetry usually but that was awesome I had to read it twice. Your flame and spark! You rock Donn