Forsaken Grammer Poem by Matthew Boisjolie

Strength through wounding,
from the side that's conquering,
freedom though death,
from the ones who try,
genicide from the strong,
who grew weak from the reality,
from behind the wall,
since the the ones who come to restore the world,
the storm that beats in another place,
beside the ones who rise up and stand,
be true to stars that become the day bring,
of the night, to the people that wonder,
when it all comes down, do we just blow the boat,
or just see the way, to go up to the side,
to see what the new day brings,
wondering what to say, when it all comes down,
reality shatters the forsaken,
mirror that you see yourself in,
the ground rumbles, from the pain that you have taken,
have endured, and have conqured,
beyone the ones who shine, and show others what can one can say,
one can do, to be real, to how what can be done,
by the true believers, that dedicate their lives,
to be one of the ways, that fail in the end,
but all my life i have been waiting, for the sign,
to lead me to my corner, that has been stored for me,
i can hear the morning waves, sing to me, the anatomy,
the light, that was seen, from beyond the horizon,
from beneith the fog, and the darkness, from within the drum,
that beats with the tune of life, from the energy,
that is waiting to be set free, to be restored from the dampness they endured,
the were subject to, with a broken glass, and a torn heart,
from the cold, chilling to the bone, and evading from the heat,
of the day, from the sun, from the life blood that is the human race.