Hope

My heart´s locked up

And buried alive
In a coffin
made of fears. 

And goldish chains
They do embrace
What untrue embraces cut. 

My heart´s locked up
And guarded by tears
For hurt and pain
And broken trust
Gave birth
To blooding love. 

I´ll offer thee
This golden key
For thee may be
Worth it. 

And not only a key
But with it my heart
And it´s biggest fortune
I lay in your hand 

You might be my saviour, my resurrection
You might be my darkest funeral.

My faith, my future,
My heart, my fears,
My guarding tears

And all my loving blood
From now on
It lies in thy hands!

 

©2004AnnaLiljaHaefele

 

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