A boy and a man, one heart, two hands.
Kept the peace, met both ends.. Is this the right thing?.. Trusted no one, not friends.. Quiet nights, barefoot on bed.. Resigned to nothing, struggled to defend.. It's so cold.. Skilled at breaking the bend.. Why does it have to be like this?..
Trained his heart for the end, to conquer resent.. Push through, you can make it.. Regretted the left, and loathed the right.. If you love her, let her go.. The middle was less traveled by.. Tears crash from dry eyes.. Room for compromise?
Oh, to go back.
What am I saying?
It's bigger then desperate realizations and unheld hands. Greater than my heart, and teardrops unplanned. Bigger purpose, bigger than any man. Take your perspective boy.
This is infinite strife and wisdom, this is a final breath petition. Save the souls of our politicians. Cure the hearts of our broken women. Restore the orphans and renew contrition.
This is the poor, this is the beaten. This is battle cry on sinking sand. This is the off-key anthem to a dying land.
Falling, falling, sinking, falling.
Who can save us? Who can?
I am the tortured soul of a tortured man. And I can't.
It's in your hands, God. I trust you though I don't understand.
Trained his heart for the end, to conquer resent.. Push through, you can make it.. Regretted the left, and loathed the right.. If you love her, let her go.. The middle was less traveled by.. Tears crash from dry eyes.. Room for compromise?
Oh, to go back.
These are the cages.
And.
This is war.
This is wasteland.
Selfish box-thinking.
What am I saying?
It's bigger then desperate realizations and unheld hands. Greater than my heart, and teardrops unplanned. Bigger purpose, bigger than any man. Take your perspective boy.
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This is infinite strife and wisdom, this is a final breath petition. Save the souls of our politicians. Cure the hearts of our broken women. Restore the orphans and renew contrition.
This is the poor, this is the beaten. This is battle cry on sinking sand. This is the off-key anthem to a dying land.
Falling, falling, sinking, falling.
Who can save us? Who can?
I am the tortured soul of a tortured man. And I can't.
It's in your hands, God. I trust you though I don't understand.
- Michael Stephen
Great 😃
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