I believe in something old
You could fight it like a ghost
Pray the fear away
But all the hate
Would stay the same
There is no fate
Nothing worse than nothing
Better to hold onto something
Before you lose your hold
Or else shatter
Your heart of gold
It wouldn’t matter
Because the gilded tyranny
Can put no fear in me
I’m walking free
Of his hold on me
Into the arms of one love
Escaping on the cusp
Of the same dawn
That taught me brawn
Has no advantage over
The hearts of youth
Who know every truth
Guarded by ghosts
Of the beliefs of old
About the Creator
Emily Dickerson
Hopeful and young, full of love. From my heart high praises are sung. For this reason I am here: to love and serve and bring all souls near. <3
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