The War Inside Your Head
Reflecting on the broken past,
All I see is smoke and flames.
The million bridges I left burning,
This house of matches that I made.
An obvious flaw in the design,
The blueprints were drawn to fail.
Sketched with a ink,
A shade called failure.
On a boat named "Going Nowhere" with no sail.
Sailing sea's of the blackest emptiness,
A perfect disaster I did create.
The can of gas now empty,
I constructed this great blaze.
My life, my loss, my loneliness.
The ashes poured in empty graves.
The coffins held no bodies,
Rather the world I could not save.
They followed me to failure,
Not a leader but a slave.
Marching to someone else's drum,
I lost myself along the way.
I forgot the meaning found in deep blue skies!
That the sun would rise to fight the shade,
And in the process it would kill the pain.
The demons fled from sight.
Destroying the shadows darkness made.
How the trees would dance in the perfect breeze,
And that flowers smiled as they prayed.
Thank God for the lonely Moon,
Who did record a promise that I made.
"I will fight throughout the darkest night,
Restoring order with my sword.
Uproot the seeds that sorrow sowed,
When peace an torment went to war.
I will be a voice for the voiceless.
A sign of hope for those who cannot see.
A vision of triumph to symbolize Death's,
For the ones who cannot dream.
A beacon in the night,
For all who remain lost.
A knight to fight the war for you,
No matter what it costs.
A pillar of strength,
To stabilize the shaken.
From blooming Spring to Winters frost."
I swear I will find you in that darkened forrest,
Beneath the dying leaves.
A shoulder for you to lean upon,
And I swear I'll never leave.
Copyright © Timothy Willard | Year Posted 2014
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