They worship at her altar shine, but it sparkles with false gold. The path to her forgiveness is littered with guilt and pain. They have yet to understand that the angel they love, is different from the devil of their grief.
Their grief is powerful and they would sell their souls to lift it from their heart. Alas there are no buyers for grief alone is worthless.
They attempt to curry her favor with feeble strives to undo the sins of their past. Unaware that the world of those attempts is different from the one in which they were committed.
So unfulfilled they linger in her presence, unattended and blind. Simple empty ships alone at sea. Pleading, but denied the tender touch she once pretended to possess.
-Johnny V
