the way the north star hit are eyes. then we reconsile. all the flavors forced. and the one thing i cant get out of my head. how great it sounded in faith, how lousey it acted in words. FORCED.
the truth of held, shoved. for this, us, not them-to listen.
i cant make it on my own, i come to you this hour, forcing the thought now i am never alone.
Close these eyes, and lets hold each others pride-and she the flush-of a once miracle we left to die, it was on others faith not ours, other not ours, we lost from not holding on.
so leave it at that, goodbye, tomorrow means something if given, today is power to make it another one. and the past is useless waste to press on, learn from move on, and im holding strong at your throne never alone