Amaya, by Loneliness is condescending Subscribe to rss feed for Loneliness is condescending 

Be true my soul 
Even in this fleeting hour 
I’ll hold tight to truth even though I’ve forgotten it 
Peaceably I will fight for righteous hearts 
Confusion clouded eyes 
Stuck within the muddled present 
Losing faith in the blackened shadows 
Doubting reassurance 
You’ll sake your soul to save me 
Never is our spoken love
Posted: 2005-09-24 16:23:15 UTC
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2006-05-13 00:02:53lost the lonely dead
these ones about those people are interesting when the work is finally published im going to run back to these i bet