Faith

This is a poem I wrote. I want the world to see it and see what my words will do to the world. The music in the background is Nyfædd Von by Heaven Shall Burn, I take no credit for it and am in their debt for such a good background.

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Today I woke as if from a dream
and spoke to the air in my room
of every song I've had to sing and how long
I've waited for spring.

I opened this book
and started to look back on my life and write
From this pen I bleed my heart and my heart
bleeds ink of loss and memory of
childhood reveries and the cold blink
of a winter sun.

From the top of the world I
thought it'd be fun to jump and soar and
become one with my dream of flying. As I
blink away tears I realized I'm dying and I scream
through the thought of love and lying and
I fall from the top of my world to the
ground below where faith is a feather worth
fighting and killing for.

In every life lost to starvation I don't blame one nation
but rather the people who've abandoned people
and we'll never hear their voices again.
I can't close my eyes without tasting
the weight of lead in the weight of the world
inside and the mourning of the dead from lead
bullets shot from the abandoned child into
the hearts of other lonely kids while they scratch pencils
and lie hoping only to get by

Begging for the green rectangles of cotton and dye
representing all the things they could buy or the stiff arm
of power they would use for only one moment of
peace. But down the road after a shower they
strap into chairs for their last breaths regretting
that one hit of meth before shattering the life of a family
to a million little pieces over nothing but cash
as a pinch of farmiliar syringe will unleash
and a priest will whisper softly to "rest in peace"

Truly it's the fire in us burning that burns
each other because outside we're all so
afraid to touch one another because love is too real
and kept inside and I tell you whoever went and told you
that lied and died alone without love and no faith in what's above

I ask you, stranger how could a boy born in a manger
have changed the world from obscenity to serenity
and left an impression on me since I was three when I understood words
like "mom" and "dad" and "guys please stop hurting me?"

That man who we crucified who we spit on and hit has loved
us even when we don't know it and listen to me,
I'm no one but a grown man fighting to live and know that I have cried.
I've cried for you, who I don't even know
and I will not go until you understand that I love you anyways
and united we'll stand.

it's only when we reach out to touch somone
that we'll ever come close to understanding ourselves
and the history books on the shelves because we're only
people and what is life worth when I'm not holding onto your precious hands?

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[gundamkingx]

Epic

[brandilove23]

Wow that was really amazing

[TheCrazzzyBee]

That's really amazing.

[sebisalpha]

this is amazing, really good job