Dec 2014
"Took that walk to many times, for it is now been memorized. Time for a new direction and it's called, CHANGE."
A single match I strike, throwing it into the night. Falling to the ground, it lands on the oil I have thrown around. Set ablaze this fire, with out a word, I let it burn. As for change takes it turn.
Was once locked up and placed in chains. Seemed like every other day the forecast brought rain. Trap by a force using barrier walls, the devil calls. Throwing me into me very own jail cell, I had experienced hell.
My precious life stolen away. Each and every day I would await, yet nothing changed. Questioning life had been a key. Which later on revealed the answers that I seek.
Some how I still managed time to take another look back. Realizing all the things I once had. Suffering like this was the only thing left. Again I went searching through my past. Being condemned and punished where the consequences I had to face. Each time an old memory took place. Felt like a disgrace. My future at stake, and at some times I believed this to be my fate.
The liveliness of my soul had already died. For some believe I should of been burned alive. Left alone with only my cry's. Lead me to more helpless nights.
Until one day, a little hope, helped me rebel. Gave me the strength to break free from that jail cell. I unleashed them chains that put me to shame. That was the day I had escaped.
Dangerously, I play with fire and I start to admire. Noticing, it was my past that I have just lit with that match. Stood there honored and proud watching it burn to the ground. With out a single word, I didn't make a sound. Ashes to ashes leaving behind the dust. I really wasn't in a rush. Didn't take a second to hesitate, as I turned my back the other way. For right now, I'm walking away heading to a new change.
A single match I strike, throwing it into the night. Falling to the ground, it lands on the oil I have thrown around. Set ablaze this fire, with out a word, I let it burn. As for change takes it turn.
Was once locked up and placed in chains. Seemed like every other day the forecast brought rain. Trap by a force using barrier walls, the devil calls. Throwing me into me very own jail cell, I had experienced hell.
My precious life stolen away. Each and every day I would await, yet nothing changed. Questioning life had been a key. Which later on revealed the answers that I seek.
Some how I still managed time to take another look back. Realizing all the things I once had. Suffering like this was the only thing left. Again I went searching through my past. Being condemned and punished where the consequences I had to face. Each time an old memory took place. Felt like a disgrace. My future at stake, and at some times I believed this to be my fate.
The liveliness of my soul had already died. For some believe I should of been burned alive. Left alone with only my cry's. Lead me to more helpless nights.
Until one day, a little hope, helped me rebel. Gave me the strength to break free from that jail cell. I unleashed them chains that put me to shame. That was the day I had escaped.
Dangerously, I play with fire and I start to admire. Noticing, it was my past that I have just lit with that match. Stood there honored and proud watching it burn to the ground. With out a single word, I didn't make a sound. Ashes to ashes leaving behind the dust. I really wasn't in a rush. Didn't take a second to hesitate, as I turned my back the other way. For right now, I'm walking away heading to a new change.
