Source of pep...

i'd nail my feelings down

if only i were right

about me being wrong 

about me being strong 

but this i cannot fight 

this light 

i must let in 

redeem the souls within 

give pulse to this old town.

even my words seem fake 

now let alone my life

around your will i crawl 

becoming cold and dull

would death come from a knife?

this strife 

must be withheld 

and peace at last be felt

and then be kept awake.

come, walk with me few steps

few breaths endure my stay

ignore this clutch of love 

forget the way i shove 

your feelings miles away.

astray 

i come, be found 

forgiven i come bound 

to show you love that peps.

ps: wrong rhyme... i know.