Threads of Glory

The fibers from which we are born…
Separate but cannot be torn…

We flip through the pages of a book smeared with ink…
While we try to find ways to simplistically think... 

Overcomplicating the fundamentals…
As we try to reveal new confidential credentials… 

Finding what we lost is no longer a thing…
When we discover the power that our heart and soul bring…  

Let our demons pray for a better day…
Because we will now run things in our own way… 

Their days of torment have come to an end…
By our life holding promise by the flame within... 

We will not be extinguished….
We will not be put out... 
A life filled with love lives with no doubt.