Do You Still Wish Me to Seek? For I will, If It Is Yours

Looking for your footprints in the sand like you instructed. Keeping my lamp lit even when it was not the season for olives. Seeking and only finding hell, knowing in my heart whats right, tearing my soul from the grips of "just let me live" Longing to dance, heart to heart, cheek to cheek, then realizing im at the worlds biggest ball gracing dark corners like some orphaned child because I believed in something greater than a ball gown and dancing shoes. I fell hard for what I thought was you, so confused, so sure. Now, well now I still grace corners, I still look for your footprints, and I still sing of truth. I am hopeless for you, and without you the same. Yet Grace wakes me each morning. They tell me they shall kill me if I continue to search, they tell me they will cut my throat from me to steal my song if I sing, they tell me of my death with you in my heart. I say which is better, to die in truth or die in a lie when I hold the truth so firmly in the makeup of my being? I cannot...