The Sunrise
The mind hurts. The heart warms
A waterfall of emotions, pours on flesh that melts
My heart yearns for the truth, yet I am blindfolded ahead of endless light
My soul cries from inside, screams in silence that only I hear
Yet so subtly I dismiss in favor of being the man I am to be
Forfeiting the endless desire to see through this pain
And wish it was all but true
Defying the laws of life and love that rules the land of lust less wanderers
I am he. He lives in me. The warrior with a flame within
In my cave I cry for her. Yet she hears none But her own plea.
Where is thy lord when he thy sword is greater than thy heart?
What blindness am I forced to see through, when endless prayers rain thru clouds of darkness
(ih 2009)
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