I Turned The Corner Of These Dusty Pages

To bland for yesterdays faces
I turned the corner of these dusty pages
Solemn breath the beating heart
Before the sea the dear depart

Popularity pivoted upon a whim
Beneath the seed of sin, the silent hymn
That only gathers upon the wind

Too proud the beg to meek to borrow
Before the weeping there was sorrow
No more shall I wait for this tomorrow
Now that my heart is left so hollow

Personally, lives a bitch
Caught within this foolish glitch

To only pinch this promise, before I bend
On my knees I understand, with out stretched hands
I hope and pray for there is light before the grey