Demanded to be a Firefly
But rose as a phoenix.
Trusted me to be the guard but
Couldn't control when I grew into an extremist.

My broken phases have become your battle cry
My empty songs have become revolutionary
You watched me go awry but sweet love,
The rebel phase is temporary.

I have changed and I have grown
Like wildfire in the calmest of seas.
I have reached the place that is high,
One deliberate wrong step and you keep guessing Why.
All my dreams and plans are forsaken,
Warrior that I've turned,
I'll be the keeper hardest to keep.

But sweet love, the rebel phase is just temporary

What is your call to arms?
Are you the warrior waiting at the gate-
Ready and willing to fight the battle
You'll continue through Valhalla?

Or perhaps you are the kitten-
Looking up in wonder; curious-
So you claw your way up denim towers
And roar upon shoulders for milk?

Whatever your case, maybe lost in the crowd-
One without a face,
You feel all your work is gone in one bad day
Without a trace-

So you lie there in bed with the voices in your head
Screaming over and over again that you're wrong-
That you're just like the others who will never be strong-
Crooning your swan song, begging you to sing along...

You cry.
You fight.
You scream right back and tell them you are right-
You are unique and not with the throng-
Rise on up; the day is yours and long.

I took your pastel veins
and interlaced them with my cordial fingertips
I knew you were hurting
I could feel how fragile your life was in that moment
Like paper
-Creases for the martyr
Your bones have grown brittle and cold from the tainted oxygen hovering amidst our sorrow
And heartache is your closest friend
Like a pastel painting on a smoke stained canvas
Edges worn, color bleeding
Bleeding
-A work of art for the martyr
I feel your agony through your skin
Your eyes are tired and dwindling
Time, I know has not been on your side
I know
-No time for the martyr