Deem me

Deem me not in expectation
I am one in human relation
As there are murmurs in my heart
Silent as the tears depart

It’s with each breath that I am sure
Heaven knows I’ve given more

A trail of breadcrumbs mark the place
In lonely shadow I embrace

Ancient mission under glass
Silent whispers of the past
Hail the bailey man down
Harbouring myth in urban town

Seek not in that incline
Brethren martyr bound in time
Time is as it is measured
Lord above, upon your leisure

Tinted breath against my lips
Tears refine like the purest honey drips

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