Filled with doubt as the bush burns in front of me
why is this so hard?
a love so perfect, people start running
too afraid to see that they're scarred.
It feels like a faint desire, burning around the edges
Unsure of what I was accepting
Only a spark, compared to the flame, gripping to where the ledge is.
A soldier in an old war with a bruised and broken helmet,
fighting for the loss of the innocent.
Overwhelmed with deception, blinded by Who dealt it
Destined not to cry, 'it is finished.'
Weary against the storm, battered against the losses
Tunnel vision now.
Impossible to turn back, impossible to go on...I've come to where the Cross is.
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