Words are worthless inside silent songs,
that speak to the deaf,
and bleed for the blind.
A mind once lost in an abysmal hell,
now saved by the light of a new love./
Arms that used to bleed now mend themselves,
as the warmth of another's heart cascades across them.
Feeling returns,
to the cold flesh of a torn soul./
Reborn is the one,
who walked a path of misery and angst,
for he now walks in beauty./ |
Submission Name: All For You
