Redemption

Another nightmare, Another dream. Sweet, agonising beauty. Pulling the strings. Sacred words scream When no-one is listening Silence falls upon those who No longer weep. Frail desires Imagine the slightest dream With cold bitter absurdities Following in the wings. Replenishing their lust for strength. 'Hurry' cries the doubtful ones Bellowing in their sweetest whisper. The knowing are of the slightest shame. But carry the brightest flame. Standing before council Dogmating their dreams Who will return with more than what they came 'Not I' says the shy. Be free calls the wise Let no man be asunder When he crosses his bridge As when the brigde Breaks. It shall collapse on top of us all, Nightmares and dreams No longer come to play. There are no clouds and there are no skies The world is broken Along with man kind. The race to the finish, Was no race to be one. But a race to be fought But not with guns. The fortunate call upon the rested And we will carry our creation to the depth of our grave.