Rally Cry

Rally Cry Morbid dreams from days long past Haunt my future with visions vast Screams that will echo to the of time But none do hear the gestures I mime A face contorted from sights obscene Behind my eyes on the silver screen Mountains inside me being ever built Larger they grow my unending guilt My soul is mutilated, twisted and rent Burnt and beaten and permanently bent People mock me, tell me how to be free Though they mean well, they do not see The struggle inside me is not good vs. bad Its fighting depression, not wanting the sad So I do fight against my dismay And on my face try not to display But battle is raging, the war nearly won Well see who wins as soon as its done Heaven and hell will both do there best So pray in the end I find myself blessed And walk away no longer depressed This is my goal, with it I’m obsessed By Mr. E Jones