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esperanza079
esperanza079 A wannabe poet and tortured artist
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based off of a dream, as most of my works are

Lost

What is there to ask of the light?

To provide a path?

I hold the strength of a wilted flower,

I hold the strength of a wilted flower, but I am here.

The blade and burden I carry are testaments to my crimes.

An exile,

An exile, a vagabond,

An exile, a vagabond, a sinner from the Garden of Eden.

With all the contentment of my heart,

With all the contentment of my heart, I had sacrificed myself for you and gladly took the fall.

I’ve lost my way back home,

I’ve lost my way back home, where can I go?

Where will these weary feet of mine lead me to today?

Yearning for yesterday,

Yearning for yesterday, wandering beneath the morning moon

Yearning for yesterday, wandering beneath the morning moon through a world ravaged by sorrow and pain.

I can’t stop these mournful tears,

I can’t stop these mournful tears, a warm summer rain.

I can’t wash away the past and blood from my sinful hands.

Cold wings of indigo guide me forward as I’m calling out to you.

I’m calling out to you.

What is there to ask of the dark?

To provide a truth?

I know in my heart that what lies beyond is a lifetime of heartache.

This regret will be my traveling song,

This regret will be my traveling song, my hymn of longing.

I let go of your hand once and I will never hold it again.

Raveled in loneliness,

Raveled in loneliness, that abyss of pain,

Raveled in loneliness, that abyss of pain, I clutch to my chest your ring of jasper and gold.

There is no way back home,

There is no way back home, I’m on my own.

Where will these weary feet of mine lead me to today?

Wondering what could have been,

Wondering what could have been, hoping for the day that I can rest

Wondering what could have been, hoping for the day that I can rest in a world that is willing to forgive.

Please,

Please, please don’t leave me here,

Please, please don’t leave me here, let me come home.

Cold wings of indigo can’t carry this weight forever.

With no redemption,

With no redemption, locked out of Paradise,

With no redemption, locked out of Paradise, I’m crying out to you.

I’m crying out to you...

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