Last Refuge
is there nothing sacred
in this world to believe in?
only god knows how i've
tried to find out what is real.
is my heart the last refuge of love?
every time that i close
my eyes i wonder at the people
and the fixations theyre under.
is there no one who can see the good in me?
even i get caught inside
and its hard to fight
the passing of time
(etched upon my face).
i dont want to die just to get away.
i dont want to cry just to get my way.
verytime that i
close my eyes i dream of what
life would be like if you were not shallow.
is my heart the last refuge of love?
