Open Or Closed

In one hand sits tranquility while the others still a fist You would think it would be easier choosing that instead of this With peace so ever calming And the fist always a fight Both remain the same Be it dawn, or late at night When peace is fully present The wolves move in to feed The moment that you close your eyes Is when you’re sure to bleed This is why, I won’t let go It’s why my hand won’t open up I’ll never know if for someone else I’ll need to bring it out To fight for those who cannot When they’re circled by those wolves They prey on those more passive They target them in droves I’ll stand all night to fight them I’ll rest when they are gone May you sleep all night regardless Not knowing how close they roam