To Stand A Bitter Problem

Don´t waste your foes

The black bird in pain

I´m soul dead in ways

To cought in away

Coping with blame to grow

I watch with dismay, the faces are grey

As they all come to pray, bestowed

Crawlinf through wonderful lands

Don´t waste it god

Stand until the magic comes

To stand a bitter problem

You wouldn´t get to show me

My guild that has no reason

Your guilt becomes you friend

To stand a bitter problem

To delicate to show me

I build and understand them

In a better way?

Misplaced your woes

Cracked window panes

I so have the need

To cough it away

Covered in debris, to slow

To hide far away they would cry days

And so come what may, bestowed

Crawling through wonderful lands

Don´t waste it god

Stand until the magic comes

To stand a bitter problem

You wouldn´t get to show me

My guild that has no reason

Your guilt becomes you friend

To stand a bitter problem

If it doesn´t get below me

My love that has no seasons

Your love that condescends

To stand a bitter problem

I wished you´d get to know me

My world that has no regions

Your world that just transcends

To stand a bitter problem

To delicade to show me

I build and understand them

In a better way?