I Have Heard Enough

Walk with me, And become free. As I watch my life pass— Understanding seems to go as well. My mind is not as rich as it once was, The sweet smell of flowers— Shall never be the same My heart or soul, Has felt the light Of Gods untamed heaven A place of virtues and darkened smiles. Oh heaven is a place of thee enlightened, But as I watch From my shadowed realm— I have no where to go And if you see... My heart shall never return From the pits a place of truth— And passions of my broken love.