Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
Down for the count
-with a eyes bloodshot
Trying to tower the hill top
Exigent circumstance trying to put me stop
Dreams of better days and royal rumble
freight of many things
the thought alone can get me crumble'
especially when from the genesis
Roars of dawn gave me a funny chill
knowing there's no beacon of an easy drill
- still same stony hill
That I pray "Oh Lord, please give ears to my plea"
Let beauty comes out of those ashes
let that smile surpass the pains
Sing that praise when the load seems heavy
and let God do His thing, He is the Almighty.
Going through the course of life without a syllable
and each page must be covered
-but how, is still a miracle
Like how I beat a flight of steps
Against the roars of the street
I spark-lit my match-stick
heading to a great 'shore
or so I hope it be.
Split seconds decision
The free-fall hitting every hell's hole
Hope is a lovely bird that always flies
the beautiful light that always dies
a stone that crushes when it can't be carried any farther.
I let her fly beautifully
A hope, a brighter future
and on her wings lie's-
a heavy stone-