In-between these lines, We stand, dangling in the hopes that we do not fall to war. Our hands shaped in free  directions as Gunshots allures our senses. we are speechless, we are breaking.

This cold scenery tries to undo this patience, it calls it a fool for trashing the times. The lamp goes off and Mental fist connects. We are claps in chains once again.. Eye to eye, heart to heart, smirk to smirk, the storm lay in wait. If it blows we fall.

But we hold on to love- for even Wild winds, heavy storm, vicious as they come, non compare. Like fire to a candle light, you crumble this burning flame in me, I hope the same for you.

So I let my madness to rest, taming my claws and searching every corner of my heart for strength to overcome.  

I do not wish for war.. I choose my words to speak, for words are like land mines- how they destroy the fibers of the heart when spoken in bad, how they rebuild when left in good..

And you know for sure by now - of the devil and how he rooms in freedom, planting seeds in discord. You should know by now..

For In between this line when  you stand hands pointing at me, me at you. We will never go a distance. Tam your lights down low for I come in peace.

Donald