Bathed in pain that feels forever and more.
Lying at my feet
Are the broken pieces of my life,
Cut from chaos, forged in strife.
How will I be put back together again?
When I don't have the bond, I don't hold the pen.
I take each piece, tell it goodbye,
Knowing each is a sacrifice, necessary to die.
With each farewell, the pain becomes more,
Until I don't feel my heart beat within its core.
But there is a hope that glints off each piece,
It mirrors a Light that can never cease.
That Light has the bond, holds the pen,
To put my life back together again.
Broken I may be,
But destroyed I am not.
The Light has the last say,
For it with His blood I have been bought.
Forever and more He will be my Light,
The bond, the pen, and the giver of a new life.
