Cavernous hearts amidst sensitive souls,
Dispense gifts but never whore,
For their love is not of this earth,
Of that I can be sure,
As an echoed silence takes a hold,
Deep within the heart,
I’ve learned much more from silent souls,
That those whose strength departs,
When battles rage,
Their breath flees,
Upon a wayward dove,
Tearing words asunder,
As words are not enough.
To articulate the love I hold,
For my sisters of the night,
My brothers scorn the morn of God,
Yet no man yields the right,
To judge amidst the cavernous hearts,
To condemn the silent souls,
Who taught me how to love once more,
And to heed the hearts of those,
Righteous men with Gods own love,
Dispense gifts but never whore,
For their love is not of this earth,
Of that I can be sure,
Dispense gifts but never whore,
For their love is not of this earth,
Of that I can be sure,
As an echoed silence takes a hold,
Deep within the heart,
I’ve learned much more from silent souls,
That those whose strength departs,
When battles rage,
Their breath flees,
Upon a wayward dove,
Tearing words asunder,
As words are not enough.
To articulate the love I hold,
For my sisters of the night,
My brothers scorn the morn of God,
Yet no man yields the right,
To judge amidst the cavernous hearts,
To condemn the silent souls,
Who taught me how to love once more,
And to heed the hearts of those,
Righteous men with Gods own love,
Dispense gifts but never whore,
For their love is not of this earth,
Of that I can be sure,