My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.
Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind
Drops of rhapsody fell from the azure sky igniting the world,
The whispers of ocean caress the rage of the tempted earth,
Upon the parched sand we march with our bloody fists curled,
Amongst the lustrous forest we slumber in natures hearth.
The day has come and the night is dead,
Let us all stand in twilight’s stead.
As I lay within my silent cocoon my wounds slowly heal
The memories of the past flutter between fake and real;
And like every other shattered soul broken after war
Even after this metamorphoses my heart will have a scar;
But while inside the sea of hope and despair
I hear the voices of my dreams whisper in my ear;
Dismay is not your purpose and pain is not your throne
Know that your past has passed and nothing is set in stone
The sun has risen on my path again, a new journey has begun,
These rested hands cry out for my tools and my feet beg to run.
The stars dance as the clouds bow before my familiar gaze,
The breath of Earth spreads through the land and clears away the haze.
A new song has been sung from the lips of fate that draws me like a flame,
And now my tortured soul yearns for the birth of its true and final name.
My journeys before have forged my mind into a great and mighty tool,
But the trial that beckons for me now possesses its own secret rules.
So now that the mold is gone and my chains of rest have been sold,
It’s time to find my true self and bend the world so I can shape the mold.
Eyes locked shut and chained in shadow never to be released
Ninety days of savage wars reigned with no signs of peace
On broken knees and shredded hands the weary find shelter
With virtues and strength they finally break their fetters
Ninety years of peace and knowledge finally finds the key
And with blinding light from above their ancient eyes are free.
Scorched beneath the darkened sun left cracked and dry
Beaten by the starved sands tortured from the tearless sky
Buried by the shattered hopes of an army of broken souls
Bound by chains forged from countless tattered goals
Till a single speck of mist landed on the parched bones
And life was beckoned from the grim and dreary stones
Within the heart of the dusty corpse a grand oasis grew
And now the dreams old have meshed with hopes of new
Broken on the inside with pieces stuck to the bone
This shell is eternal, stubborn and hard like stone
The rays of light seek the path hidden within the scars
But the trek is futile for I am chained within mental bars
I seek the warden who hid the keys from my sullen eyes
As my shepherd rains crimson rain from the golden skies
I hear the drops fall upon this retched and bloody cage
But only pain and confusion oozes from my unjust rage
As the cleansing drops seep into this fragile cocoon
I feel the light of grace raise my soul with the moon
And as this scarred cocoon is slowly soaked and lit
Now fed by grace I have the strength to make it split
Flakes of frozen heaven float to the ground
Each one precious and pure like a child’s dream
The wind whistles a song with a somber sound
As it freezes over the mountains clear stream
The people pray for the sun to heat the lands
As the false saints prey on their faith and love
The faithful sacrifice the blood from their hands
As they plead to their loving gods high above
The wolves in the shrine grin with dripping jaws
As the sheep give up their children with naive trust
Each one in their youth bound to lies and false laws
But soon the doors of the temple shall bend and rust
And the snow shall melt and wash away the ancient lies
And the faithful will be kept dry and safe from the diluge
But the thieves and wolves of the cloth shall suffer and die
As the innocent are freed from poverty and their false refuge.
With many flights behind me fate called its guard
Its face was as empty as its ageless soul was scarred
In its hand were my insecurities as sharp as death
And I could feel death and despair from his breath
I drew my blade made from my endless faith and will
And reality tensed as we both stood deathly still
The ground shook as he began to walk with empty pride
And prepared myself for I knew there was no where to hide
This battle might be long and it might be impossible to win
But for me surrender hopelessness is the single greatest sin.
Through the thick mist of doubt and trust
we trod through dreams now turned to dust
Many have haven fallen to the blade of fear
they gave up and fell victim to its snare
They could not stand to bare the eyes of death
before it spoke they relinquished their breath
But here we stand in the midst of the aftermath
We will not fall or fear on this old and broken path.