August 13, 2011

• Be a light

  It’s bitter, it’s angry

  But most of all lost

  Pulling and clawing

  You  see the cost

  So mirror of light – not fake or afraid

  This is the purpose

  For which we were made

   

   

  I see in his laughter

  The pain in her eyes

  I see in tattoos

  Souls bitterly cry

  I see in art, in music and word

  That this generation

  It is terribly hurt

   

  They hate what they love

  Prisoners of state

  The darkness consumes

  From nature innate

  So look to the light- oh vessel of clay

  Submit to the potter

  And shatter their chains

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