give all my will

how can i surrender
and maybe sever
the love that has grown
and the beauty i have known

to a god i dont trust
they say i must
give all my will
but still

i am afraid of the dark
not knowing where is the spark
to light up the route
and bring an end to doubt

i would not degrade my soul

i am grateful
and not hateful
that i got to hold you again
and feel love without refrain

my dear
i wish only to be near
i would not degrade my soul
by pushing you into a hole

but gods will will be done
there is nowhere to run
surrender to it i shall
and know my spirit will prevail

the hole in my soul

the spider moves quickest
unto the fly that is weakest
such a fool am i
to think i was any different than any other fly

barely worth the pleasure
to dig at that treasure
the hole in my soul
is made worse from the toil

i miss my mom so much
and need hugs in a bunch
from good friends i have strayed
they knew i should have stayed

i could easily break you

i am with you now
kissing your fevered brow
stroking your lips
caressing your hips

i give your hair a gentle tug
and crush you in my hug
i could easily break you
but i have other plans for you

so come now gentle lady
you choose the master of hades
you had to fall to get to me
you choose every step of the path you see

and grant us another day

its gonna be alright
so ends the night
and all the bad times
no more selfish crimes

we have found a way
that will return us to play
and grant us another day
with serenity to stay

our faith is rewarded
our hope is upholded
our love returned
and our joy unconcerned

to hear her voice one more time

can i have her back please
for you see
i was not quite done
being an only son

can i talk to her again
would it be such a sin
to hear her voice one more time
please i promise not to whine

please she is my mother
and there is no other
that can replace her
please i still need her

no hope can there be

when so bruised
is the heart confused
that the mind
does the heart bind

we fight only ourselves
our own grave we delves
no hope can there be
when we refuse to see

that our fears
and all our tears
last only as long
as we make them strong