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The fire in my heart

Is now one of pain

I watch as the words are burned

And never reach this paper

I search for some eternal truth

And hope that this is not

An isolated torture for me to bare

That I left it all in the moment

With nothing left for me to take home

And give, to you?



I pray for meaning

I pray that pain this great, this strange

Is penance for some great and strange wrong deed I have done

To imagine this was all for nothing

I cannot hold the thought in the palm of my mind for long

Before it is dropped, and falls into my soul

It just wouldn't be fair

But the heart doesn't recognize a thing as fair

Nor the soul, nor Fate

Just what is



To see things with my heart and soul, to look into the eyes of Fate

And see what is

Certainly it must be better than the world I perceive

It might even be, dare I say it, fair

It has to at least be better than this

My life depends on it.