Veil Maker The Realm Of Ends
I sat away, I sat in silence and wrote lines.
row after row of doubt onto a white page.
you sat away, and though these years and pews loomed
between us like dried and toughened scars,
I could feel your heart and hope beating
beneath the dead skin.
And it seems I can't walk around
without my head down,
but the joy and beauty on your sad face
are enough to destroy this disposition.
the knowledge that through suffering comes grace;
there is no joy without pain.
