Wills Don't Have Titles

They gently brushed rough icy fingertips,
Illuminated by the frozen sky, the twinkling stars

Flawed heart still embraces the night, as it's burning out
That feeling glittered off in the distance for a split-second
If it's love, I'll try for that vision

The light is freed and falls through the sky
Sacrificing its warmth only for hope
The flame that's born of dying starts burns on in this
The final destination

If the sin that falls and covers all
Turns into kindness, and if a thorn could be a smile

Like the unheard scream of a flower before it stem grows limp
The pain that searches for the fragility of a prayer stirs the fondest memories

The grief and the light are swallowed up by the waves, and in the midst of all this pain
Things awaken, this bond that could be created
Because of hurt is beginning to paint over the loneliness

Pouring my life into this; with whatever wings I have left
The light again falls through the sky, sacrificing its warmth for hope
This mistake caves in and comes to an end, and final wishes continue on
Hopeless good-byes and weak words
Laughing, without meaning at the soul's love scene