The plague
Holding grudge is my plague
As it grows over me
As it ruins what is left of thee
What is left of saint in me
Yearning for eternal depth
I seek whom I truly want to be
Yet you never want to see
Who I truly want to be
Honey could you give me a hand
Detach me from this misery
For I intertwine in my being with some liberty
Gracious soul hatred full
Empty me refill my heart with purity
Wash my ribs pour in mind some serenity
I am white as a swan queen
Want no stains to bring me dirty
