We thought we knew right; I doubted it
though.
I was at the middle; in between the
divide.
My soul stepped out to see it through.
We
define our truths and less we care of the life beside.
I
started to rebel with all the might I had.
I
was deceived, made blind by wicked illusions.
I
gave up the battle bowing to the blood fad.
Tormented
and maligned, I had to make my confessions.
Among
the fallen, I was chained to the ground.
The
subtle clues to the world above, made it hard to go on.
Became
so weak to listen to a sound.
I
could have crossed many miles yet I waited for them to pinion.
Like
shattered glass, my life fell apart.
Every
piece that fell, began to reflect the suffering.
Was
a casualty of war, within their rampart.
I
closed them eyes; listened to the inside bellowing.
I
break off with wounds so deep.
I
shed those wings to have new ones.
I
pick up the pieces, with lots to weep.
I
wonder where to begin and I fly so high to the world I own.
