Can sin(ners) be stopped? Or can they be healed by being loved?
How many "Lord forgive me"s Can turn sinner to saint?
Maybe we should talk about oranges Those yellow oranges; who do not stay to be plucked Nor allow themselves to be
I throw shattered glass in the air
Your skin became an altar With sacrifice upon sacrifice presented to God.
The point is, this poem is for those people who run away from succeeding by running on the wrong track. Who double their paces into hell in the name of 'living'.
You're the sun in my night Always make my day come to light You are the rainbow if I'm blind (You're) so colourful in my mind
4 cardinal points meet at my heart 3 Gods, in one: YOU formed me like art