A Glimpse of Heaven’s Light
She loses her appeal,
the eyes begin to steal,
glances at a rate of falling rain.
The constant contemplate,
receive the fare of fate,
begins to wear the soul corrode away.
Her shoes posses her feet,
her movements on the street,
they lead us to a place of no return.
How often I do stare,
while conscience screams to tear
the weight of loss, the cost it is to burn.
She’s always in a hurry;
her steps are drove by fury,
to make it to the place that she has chose.
And even though she waits,
disguised by what she takes,
she manages to win but though she lose.
She tans and she corrodes
her skin with fleshly clothes,
to make the boys turn and stop and stare.
Her skin can barely breathe
with the make-up she believes
will give her all she wants to get her there.
And God forbid she frowns,
forbid her hair let down,
forbid she let me close enough to pray.
I know that I can see,
a troubled mind that He
could figure out, but she’s got lots to say.
I wanted to brave,
to come and save the day,
to bring her back to where she true belongs.
For years I fight alone,
against the fears she owns,
with no idea if ever she’ll be strong.
So once again we fight,
for a glimpse of heaven’s light,
while focused on the things of earth. It seems
However I may try,
I’ll always be denied,
and fight for her when she won’t fight for me.
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