I know you’re strong, but I can’t explainI’ve seen you die over again
I know you’re strong, but I can’t explainI’ve seen you die over again Only you would still want to pray to me Righteous man, that’s what they saidBut still awake, you’d lie in bedAnd listen to the shadows coiled tightlyBut when sleep came it could not killThe fears that on your skin would chillAnd from my lips it drew our HallelujahThere was a time when I couldn’t sayWhat truly had me led astrayBut I think I understand just what it might beIt was your breath, your eyes, your faceYour courage drove to the sticking placeAnd there I fell all for your HallelujahMaybe we are Gods aboveTenderly I come seeking loveA long and twisting dream that lead me to youDon’t think that I’ve abandoned hopeStill I hang onto this ropeI won’t let go till I find our HallelujahHallelujahNo kin/me tags for the deer please.DISCLAIMER:Hello! Please do not tag this piece as: Kin, Me, Same, Mood, Aes, Aesthetic, or anything similar. I struggle with a very severe form of Imposter Syndrome, either as its own thing, or as part of my PTSD diagnosis, I’m currently working on overcoming this, but at this point in my recovery process, it would help me the most if my Personal and Vent pieces were not claimed as being You or About You in any way, shape, or form. Thank you for understanding, and I hope you can enjoy this piece for what it is! -- source link
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