Mother Nature's Son

in the midst of forlorn spirits i seek refuge goddess of weightless night do you hear or see? or do i shout in vain? a trickle for the nihilists an ocean for the optimists your promises of equality empty promises and nothing more but i won't have it this way don't you see? my heart is sullen, sewn shut your black blood will not seep within yet here i stand beneath your branches upon your fallen leaves winter has come and gone but your buds show no visible signs of rebirth the brazen skies forsake this blade but i will hold it steady to the roots if you will not fight with me then i shall fight against you ...long ago i wasn't much like this a father, a mother, a childhood but the thickness of the flame engulfed us, not myself alone everything i've cherished a teenhood so unscorned and an education so learned a wife and child and home all of my own but the thickness of the flame engulfed them, and it engulfed my birthrite my very meaning towards life so what shall i do? watch as you too are whittled away like so many villages i've razed speak to me! tell me that which i must know! and forgive me for what i've done and what i may do... ...i'm a fool i will remove my blade and wait i cannot force this like they forced me so i will sit with no anger nor vengeance clouding my intentions i will sit here and wait within the womb of your trunk even if i am to turn to stone and erode to dust i will wait for your whispers on the wind to touch my lips and ease my mind to sleep