Love Extends

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Jarad Higgins.

Love Extends


The hands of sorrow,


Dwell down beneath the sands,


Working hard for freedom,


To spread their villainous wiles.





The hope from above,


Pushes down,


On them,


In the hope to subdue,


For at least a time.





As all this chaos,


Grows and twists and turns,


The heart still knows,


Of it's love to find.





It sees through the labyrinth,


Of hurt and lies,


Of sorrow and hope,


And twisted wiles.





The heart extends,


Its love to one,


And drowns out the world,


In vain vain hope.





Love carries forth,


It's light floods,


The deathly halls,


Of broken hearts,


And empty dreams,


Of lost emotions,


And depressive scenes.





The soft pink glow,


It lives on forever more,


Trying hard to find,


Some sort of chance,


Some sort of vain vain fortune.





And the hands,


They wilter,


And wallow,


And move no more,


And from above,


The hope,


No longer pushes,


Down against.





And


Love extends,


Gracefully,


Out,


Enabling a spark of hope,


In a terrible terrible life.


Stevie

brisbane