At 2 a.m. the engine hums & the road awaits his tread,
A departing message on the front door camera to his wife and two kids, as he slips away in dread.
The house is warm, the night is cold, his heart is torn in two, for love is here, but duty calls,
"its the career he chose afterall".
He knows the sound of silence well, when fathers must depart,
He lived it as a boy himself—those echoes scarred his heart.
Hi-Vis uniform, the heavy boots, cigarettes comfort the pain,
Now he repeats his father’s path, the cycle forged again.
He grips the wheel, his knuckles white, his head weighed down with ache!
Each road he drives a silent vow: “I do this for their sake.”
The Coal Mine swollows up his days, the dust, the grind,
A job at home is the dream he holds, to leave no
family need behind.
And though each departing cuts him deep mile by mile,
He builds a future, stone by stone, for those who make him smile.
A father’s burden, masked with pride, though loneliness may sting,
For in his sacrifice he gives his children everything.
You cut me here,
without ever saying a word.
Then you twisted and turned,
your knife into a sword.
Then you took back your word,
so now I'm never sure.
Then you took away my soul,
not knowing what it's worth.
So I cut myself,
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
So your dreams washed ashore,
gamma/Micro waves of rain.
There's the life of our pain,
hidden within three words (I love you)
So now you sold my soul,
not knowing that it was cursed.
So I cut myself again
to show you where it hurts.
"Don't look back there's pillars of salt for sure!"
The brave will self sacrifice
To save the coward
The coward will survive
To sacrifice the brave
Sacrifice
Hardships, however hard they try,
Will always be cruel.
Down, down, down into the darkness of the hardships,
Gently they go - the harsh, the barbarous, the inhumane.
How happy is the true atonement!
Are you upset by how veracious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the atonement so accurate?
I saw the big unpleasant person of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the pain.
Are you upset by how prodigious it is?
Does it tear you apart to see the pain so galactic?
I saw the the yellow compunction of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the repentance.
Whip. whip, whip.
One afternoon I said to myself,
"Why isn't the fellowman more extraordinary?"
Down, down, down into the darkness of the fellowman,
Gently it goes - the characterless, the mundane, the commonplace.
I saw the eternal trait of my generation destroyed,
How I mourned the humbleness.
Does the humbleness make you shiver?
does it?
I know I have to sacrifice all the things before me
But take my wings, take my soul
I sacrifice all to thee
MY body is all that's left to offer
And I offer it to you
I have completed all the tasks
That I was told to do
I have found a pureness within him that my soul thrives for.
I am driven by the desire to please him without boundaries.
His image holds the power to freeze my movement, the vibration of his voice holds the power to tremble me.
His heart holds the power to break me, his soul holds the power to expire me.
I believe in him for his intention and desire.
I believe in him for who he is and his worth.
I believe in his now and his future.
I believe in him for his knowledge and his potential.
I believe in his skill as a provider and his force to become.
I feel he is somebody I had once lost.
I feel between us a bond stronger than mankind can create.
A fate unknown, undecided, I give myself to him to have, to do with it what he will, to make it his own.
We only
Sacrifice the words
Letting your soul
Speak once again
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