I know my anger
But it is not the same as yours
How I bleed on the inside
Is the weakness that I must endure
But what of another eye?
Is this the vision which you must purify?
To accept another blow
Is to see beyond the storm that is the sky
To what end is love
And who scoffs at this except justified rage?
What will history record
In a book that begs not for another page?
It is in your hands
What choices were spoken of the means?
The strength to die for love
Was the path he chose for softened dreams