Words cannot begin to give enough reason
for the restoration in this soul
With the abolition to all I thought I knew
Living me in momentarily darkness
Haunted with your ghostly appearance
Forcing this soul to see u…hear u…but u won’t do the same
I guess that’s how it is when you expect somethang
without wanting anything
Forcing this soul to see u…hear u…but u won’t do the same
I’m bored to tears from the beat less rhythm playing within
making it hard to tab to your pace
ghosting it out with a faint pace …
haunting me with your ghostly appearances
making guest appearances… stay…
The first cut softly slashed open
with the deepest pain pouring out
cleansing away all impurities
giving way to all that should be
are you ready to step and take your place
with the courage to live…love…and not just exist
are you ready to see me…hear me…love this soul