Its not your swag,Its not the actions you portray
Its not the broken silence,But the usage of the words you say
Blaspheme,qaurantine,those words mean little to me
Spoken words,honest verbs,expressed gently,Its beauty to me
Heaven I see.While here on earth
Upon the turf where my blood was once stained
Then love poured like rain
Washed away the pain
Bled through my vein
And now I can see,Perfectly
Perfection....