You know what I believe?

I believe that if the truth stems from your heart, it will shine through like a beacon in the dark – unquestionable. Undeniable. I believe that sincerity cannot be replaced by acting – wholeheartedness by half-heartedness – but the world cares not for sincerity.

With a bitter taste in my mouth, I watch my faith in humanity ebb away with the tides of time. With this painful reminder of the truth – I hold no desire more to be with the senseless, and too mourn their wordless trespasses.

The world cares not, their flowers bloom. The thorns scare not, we know the groom – of this marriage of heart to corruption. A tension that needs naught but action, in a world that denies correction.

When hearts burn out and one is lost; the fire lives in you and me. The world’s aflame, the embers glowing – never could tell what hurt was lurking, but this fire’s not what it seems, it’s out of control keep them out of your gleam.

No.

My life and heart was never what you deserved, there I stood and hurt, you never showed no concern – over sleepless nights I’ve constantly wondered, if things could have changed, if ever life could have stayed, the knife, the pain you thought I deserved.

After all that’s said and done, it’s now the past, this hurt could never reverse. I wish the past could just change it’s course, but too bad now – this is the end of the verse.