I weep in the black spring.
The warm winds bringing ash from higher ground.
Eyes stinging and hearts broken we climb.
I wonder about my faith.
Where am I when the life is unlivable.
I will rise, but my demons pull me down.
What an utterly pathetic fight!
but still I fight. So Heaven shine down on me.
When I'm covered in Hell.
I weep in the black spring.
Good is just a facade, get closer and it bites.
Heaven is unreachable, and a Saint has fallen.
The rest of us are just here
waiting... waiting...
"Jesus will come back."
They say.
"And He will take me home."
That's all I really know.
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