Feast
I feel that I’m climbing, while rocks they all fall.
Though I’m barely moving, at not even a crawl.
I keep to the shadows, under cover of night.
It’s only in daylight, where I truly feel fright.
there blinded by radiance, I’m stripped to the bone
that’s where my weakness, and flaws are all shown.
Renewed through the torment, like rising from ash
I picked up my burdens and I re-slung my sash.
I fought to be kneeling, I rose to my feet.
I realized my sorrows were only skin deep.
My eyes to the heavens, I scream out in pain.
I’m seeing it now, I’m the one to be shamed.
I’m forgetting the history, I lost all the plot
I Remembered what’s lost, truly is not.
Before I had battled or picked up this sword
You grabbed a guitar, and strummed this chord
Our lives are just music, some faster some slow.
Some songs go much higher, and others stay low
When the demons say, listen I need you to stop
they say you’re not ready, that you’re just gonna flop
Don’t linger in shadows, don’t dwell on the pain.
Cause someone much bigger just called you by name.
So rise from the ashes, slaughter the beasts
There’s one massive table that’s set for a feastm
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