The Cross

I've Been carrying a Cross, Built over the years. Constructed by, My Burdens and Fears. Its dragging behind me, Within this perfect design. A crucified Mind, Tries to Realign, I was running blind. Tears fill my eyes, Myself I Brutalize. The GOD inside Cries, When I've fallen down, And heavy thoughts, Peirce my crown, Thorns all around. The trumpets Sound, There's no Time now. Get off The Ground, Plow Ahead, You're not Dead. Dreading what's been said, Rejected, I raise my Head. A Proud Man covered in red. The Past is being Reflected, Just as expected. Nailed to the Tasks at Hand, I do what I can, To understand, My part in the Plan. Awaiting the Command, I feel it Sinking in. Blood soaked land, Covers where I stand. The thorn in Their side. The Time is at hand, I rise, Unified. Letting it all go, Giving into the Flow. Now Becoming Whole, Seeing my true potential. Life is sequential, And The Cross, Was only Mental.