At War
Depression, I am at war with you, I am Legend, a sword welded in Fury, steel edged, dipped in glory And happiness and a Wisdom Battle hardy from years of warring You, bloody and gored in the shield...
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Depression, I am at war with you, I am Legend, a sword welded in Fury, steel edged, dipped in glory And happiness and a Wisdom Battle hardy from years of warring You, bloody and gored in the shield...
Sun rays peek from fluffy clouds Sending you in misery. You wallow in your own shame Because light wins it's victory. You shrink down into the grass Dying, crying, you're over.
The sun in the day, The stars in the night, The sun and it's fame, The stars and it's sight. So which one will win, Only time will tell, So open the tin, And go on and sell.
These games you play. Leave me in a drunken daze. Falling from a mysterious haze. I hope one day. You get what you deserve. There is no curve. When you wanna fight. Don't lose your might.
Preparing for battle, With words not knives, I'm ready for you. Words unspoken, But they're there.
"Grapple hooks ready!" The white lies are coming in. Watch them by their hundreds... Watch this war begin. "Climb them ropes." There trying to pull us down. Trying make us become one of them.
So the drum of life beats on. The drum of my heart heeds on. It shakes me deep into the bone. It shakes my mind, it shakes my soul. She beats it so hard, with her tender hands.
'Neath a sterile grey sky On a cold Thursday night. You shot me down, in flames I fell, crashing to the colder ground. I had a message to deliver -time critical - had to get there intact.
this is just me messing around with a few words, suggested by my friend @stablish, my theme is the fight between light and darkness, this is nowhere near as good as the there's but it's a start for...
Deep inside there's turmoil Within my beating heart With every laboured thud It's tearing me apart I feel lost amongst the waves Adrift and far from shore The cold wind battles the stormy clouds And...
My deep roots of foundation, Ripple with anticipation, The ground is shaking, Perhaps in awakening.