Promises made. Promises broken. Measures of our demise. Secrets of souls that. Rarely get spoken. Pleasure's a thin disguise.. . Dozens of ways. Dozens of reasons.
I have these moments. All steady and strong. I'm feeling so holy and humble. . The next thing I know. I'm all worried and weak. And I feel myself. Starting to crumble.
I have cried too. I have cried too long. I have cried too. I have cried too long. No more sorrow. Got to carry on.. . Found deep water. Before I'd even learned to swim.