Our Final Stand
By Kevin Robey
February 14, 2013
Wind flows through our hair, with front lines waiting on
Waiting for sirens to sound that fighting song
With knuckles turned white, our eyes shining bright
There’s no question in choosing fight over flight
The air is slightly crisp, cold and untamed
Armed with fuzzy weapons that bear a given name
With shaky nerves, sweat dropping from every pore
We’ll Bleed till the end, regardless the final score
A thought of comfort for you and I
That soul mates never, truly die
It’s about time I reached to hold your hand
‘Cause this could be our perfect and final stand
Fading to white, the moment stops in time
We look down from walls we had to climb
You with your heart, me with my soul
Gave us the heat to survive the cold
As the world returns to focus, I look around
At our sides, no soldiers to be found
No sirens to sound, no cavalry to lead
To think all along, it was just you and me
The coming army, demons shrouded in dark
With scarring blades that have left their mark
We are damaged, but far from defeat
Between us two, we can’t be beat.
I turn to you, and hold you tight
One last time, face the world to fight
We see the demons, this time unfazed
We charge ahead, with our weapons raised
Revenge is ours, as our strikes ring true
Bruised and broken, we make it through
We lower our weapons, hearts no longer fake
We slayed the demons, Lying in the wake
Suddenly, a sobering clarity ensues
The bittersweet truth, I’ve finally construed
Without being there, you made me strong
You were my battle cry; my fighting song
I stand alone, and so do you
There’s space between us, now visibly true
You were not here, I was not there
Even apart, know I’ll always care
Our paths may be separate, but we’ll journey together
We’ll find shelter from this tortured weather
One day soon, I’ll see you my friend
I don’t know what you’ll call me then
The battle is over; the war is far from lost
I know we’ll survive, no matter the cost
This isn’t the end, but we’ve made it this far
One day the wheels, may even fall off my car
You’ll look over while I’m kicking my door
Remembering what was said of that final score
With our walls down, hearts out of their cages
The story unfinished, we write the next few pages
Copyright © Laura Dee | Year Posted 2013
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