What It Means To Be A Gentle Soul Part 1

I have no heritage I suppose

The gentlest hearts are never warm to despair

I shall yell all day at my heart

For my heart has no heritage as well;

Oh bloody simple is the case

I handle my warm badge between the stakes

And how high are the stakes

When the light is fueled?

For my fuse is fueled at all times

Oh the loving times have not changed

For I am sick of love, and I am faint

Faint is the glory that spills my name

All over this bloody arm

For it is faint of the lilies,

The lilies that tell time

For time is just an appearance

I have no saying in the matter

Oh tell me love, what do you represent?

For there is no such thing as a perfect fit

The perfect fit of all harmonies

Thou hast no lies

In thy Vegas paradise

Oh Tim, what does it mean to be a gentle soul?

Will you die for your love

Or will you eat it in vain?

Love's drama affects us all

To the wise there is no rushing wall

I carry your heart with me

But at what cost?

For your roaming philanthropy

Is dying a bit.