Boxes, little boxes
Lock and strangle us
In this world where all is pain
Find the freedom to be free
I’ve been searching
Scrambling, struggling
Fighting every blinding tree
It has happened, godsend blessing
A perfect fitting form for me
I will not waste, I will not want
I will say thank you and
Amen.
I will fight for myself
I will fight for my life
I will fight for my breath
That keeps me alive
I will fight for my home
I will fight for your love
And when I’m alone
I won’t fight but will
Pray.
we do our best
we try to aim
to reach the skies
to play the game
to live a life
of love and stars
of peace and joy
and no more wars
but we are tied
to earth and soil
we breathe the air
of nature’s toil
it may not be
we might not reach
the dreams we dreamed
the tales we teach
our flesh weighs down
it cannot be
that we are freed
into liberty
so take a moment
and say a prayer
blow it softly
into the air
all will pass
and this we know
struggles will end –
a final bow.
Being my own worst enemy
Hand extended for the next best
Sugar rush
Sugar crush
Sickly sweet
High.
My hand was stilled.
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