In beauty find you damsels deep, locked away in frozen keep? With leg and chain and wind swept mace all the years shown upon your face. Each slip or thought may be the last, way before the die are cast. Simple says as simple does why and when or just because.

Frame and reason prayers and doubt what has this fighting been about? Walk joyous in the midst of rage just for daylight to turn another page. Each tear or scream each prideful thought cast the walls of prison bought. Way too easy, way to cheap, it’s just too far to make the leap.

In math and figures find our fears, quietly waiting all these years. To surprise and shake then stretch and shape what we sought to gain escape. In white we find all colors pure leaving darkness alone unsure. To this day we lay our claim tomorrow objects and thinking same.

No place to run or best to hide, with mountain high and chasm wide. For soon He’ll return to snatch His Bride. Many lost and none were tied. Unto the Lord I must confide. I truly sought the winning side. Unto His Hand my Soul abide. For times we fought and tales that lied. For my neighbors cow that I twice eyed. He alone is left to decide.