White Lies
My faith has holes and hope it won't hurt
When I get buried beneath the dirt
But a part of me still believes
My spirit will soar above the trees
Yet a desperate fear flows through my blood
That my soul gets buried beneath that mud.
Copyright © 2009 - 2014 Tomitheos Poetry / Photography - All Rights Reserved
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White Lies
My faith has holes and hope it won't hurt
When I get buried beneath the dirt
But a part of me still believes
My spirit will soar above the trees
Yet a desperate fear flows through my blood
That my soul gets buried beneath that mud.
Copyright © 2009 - 2014 Tomitheos Poetry / Photography - All Rights Reserved
8,722
views
11
faves
24
comments
Uploaded on April 1, 2009
Taken on March 31, 2009