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.