Kick-Push-Pull

My heart was broken Scattered fragments, evidence of our clash Drops of blood flowing down my face Alone, wounded, bashed, my feeling Out of tune, broken harmony, shattered peace Cold eyes, a soul without music No melody, my ears can’t hear the music, Picture imperfect, our dreams are broken, But something still clamors for peace Even as our swords clash Our war continues, enmity cherished as a feeling Weakness and tiredness now wrap my once cheerful face Blood trailing down, but I keep a bold face War cries the new soul music Now an unknown solitude is my feeling Some semblance with a soldier broken Broken walls, monuments destroyed signatures of our clash I’m a victim yearning for peace Buried six feet was now the hope of peace Focused was our gaze upon an expressionless face The ground quaked as the titans clash The trumpets ever rising, happiness in war music New resolve formed even from a heart now broken I hold onto the last strand of the love-like feeling She says, ever strong and true to my feeling Like a still flowing river, my thoughts are serenaded with peace A tear from my eyes reminds me my heart is broken But unbroken is the radiation of love glowing on my face, Like a beautiful orchestra his words to my ears are music We let down our sword, ending the clash Love, the new feeling, sealed swords never to clash New music filled with melody, rejuvenated peace As smiles return to our faces, we mend our hearts broken Sean-Kelz™