"FYI part III" 11 - 6 - 02
how will i
this lowly man
execute my thoughts
make real my plan
where will i turn
for help, for love
already cut off
that Man from above
He sends a Dove
an offer to Repent
I send my own bird
but in Contempt
alone on this rock
cold with the night
alone in my thoughts
filled with a plight
i am invincible
i am not lost
i know my limits
i know the cost
i know my actions
i know the hurt
i have many reactions
i have thumped at the dirt
i have in vain
i have in my heart
i hold what does remain
i hold the shattered parts
i will make it
i will survive
i will have it
i shall revive...