I pray unto my intentions
Hoping i can
Stay the path
But i prey on my intentions
Spinning the colors
Until black
I am not the man i woke up to be
I am not the man i'm going to be
I am not the man you think me to be
I am a man on my own feet
A man of feats upon defeats
A Man of war for peace
I hang up the nicety
With the fleece
My anxiety
With the heat
And wrap myself in soiled sheets
And Freeze in rainy streets
To meet my grief
On a beat
To breathe the blame
In the same hold of the restraint
Until freed
Into captivity
Freely
I feed on feelings
From the feeling
Of falling
Falling
Flat on my face
That i wipe from the faceless cast
I am just a man in the back
Reacting
To the act
Redacting my facts
And back tracking
In pact
To devils
From the black
Of over reactions to the hacks
I am gone
And wont come back
When the wind pushes
Push back
I am there
Looking at
That
Spark
In your heart
Shining through
As everything
I knew
To be true
Changed
As i pushed through
In the end
There
Is
Only
You
The
Reflection
Of
You
Without
Truth
To
Block
The
View
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
I pray unto my intentions
Hoping i can
Stay the path
But i prey on my intentions
Spinning the colors
Until black
I am not the man i woke up to be
I am not the man i'm going to be
I am not the man you think me to be
I am a man on my own feet
A man of feats upon defeats
A Man of war for peace
I hang up the nicety
With the fleece
My anxiety
With the heat
And wrap myself in soiled sheets
And Freeze in rainy streets
To meet my grief
On a beat
To breathe the blame
In the same hold of the restraint
Until freed
Into captivity
Freely
I feed on feelings
From the feeling
Of falling
Falling
Flat on my face
That i wipe from the faceless cast
I am just a man in the back
Reacting
To the act
Redacting my facts
And back tracking
In pact
To devils
From the black
Of over reactions to the hacks
I am gone
And wont come back
When the wind pushes
Push back
I am there
Looking at
That
Spark
In your heart
Shining through
As everything
I knew
To be true
Changed
As i pushed through
In the end
There
Is
Only
You
The
Reflection
Of
You
Without
Truth
To
Block
The
View
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