Images of what I wanted to see are blurred
As clutter fills the way
I looked to the path to find a way over
But my step was too large
The heart's wish whispers its words
So gently stating what it would like
I looked to the elders
But that become nothing but memory
Passion aches for a chance to dance
Swaying its hands to sign whats coming
I looked to the moonlight defender
But that was nothing more then a child's admiration
My strength hangs by the thinnest of thread
Waiting for a chance to fight
I looked to a swordsman who fought the same wars
But that too was admiration for forgotten ways
My mind tries to plan the next step
Seeing if it could twist the ropes of reality
I looked towards the bridge
But that was gone in the wages of war
I looked for a hand to hold by my side in this journey
Seeing if they were worthy of the time
I looked to my family for ideas
But that too had faded into lost memories
So I stand
Waiting for wings to grow
To soar above the mess
And meet with the angels I have foresee
Behind I could hear whispers
Chanting various unknowns and tone
I looked to see who is there
To realize the armies I have brought
How am I to truly lead the way
If I am stuck in this hole that never stops getting deeper
Come to me my wings
Allow to soar higher above the forgotten green
So I may once again foresee the angels
Feb 3, 2013
Feb 3, 2013 at 1:04 AM UTC
Images of what I wanted to see are blurred
As clutter fills the way
I looked to the path to find a way over
But my step was too large
The heart's wish whispers its words
So gently stating what it would like
I looked to the elders
But that become nothing but memory
Passion aches for a chance to dance
Swaying its hands to sign whats coming
I looked to the moonlight defender
But that was nothing more then a child's admiration
My strength hangs by the thinnest of thread
Waiting for a chance to fight
I looked to a swordsman who fought the same wars
But that too was admiration for forgotten ways
My mind tries to plan the next step
Seeing if it could twist the ropes of reality
I looked towards the bridge
But that was gone in the wages of war
I looked for a hand to hold by my side in this journey
Seeing if they were worthy of the time
I looked to my family for ideas
But that too had faded into lost memories
So I stand
Waiting for wings to grow
To soar above the mess
And meet with the angels I have foresee
Behind I could hear whispers
Chanting various unknowns and tone
I looked to see who is there
To realize the armies I have brought
How am I to truly lead the way
If I am stuck in this hole that never stops getting deeper
Come to me my wings
Allow to soar higher above the forgotten green
So I may once again foresee the angels
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