Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise,
Life's cruelty, they say, but I see my own,
In choices made, in seeds of hate sown.
Does God reside amidst this worldly hate?
Yes, He does, granting us minds, freedom's gate,
Yet we wield authority with careless hand,
Creating chaos in a land of demand.
......
I’m that fatal kind of bored
The kind where the world is silent but somehow screaming
The kind when all color is gone but painfully bright
The kind where I’m numb but shattering
The kind where I’m stuck in place but flying through the dark air
The kind where my breaths are too deep but I’m suffocating
The kind where life is overwhelming, purely overwhelming
The kind where I want to escape, but I need to stay
The kind that beckons from the black night but calls from the bright light above
The kind that is nothing but everything
......
Here I stand, burdened with remorse,
Each word I write, another solemn promise,
Life's cruelty, they say, but I see my own,
In choices made, in seeds of hate sown.
Does God reside amidst this worldly hate?
Yes, He does, granting us minds, freedom's gate,
Yet we wield authority with careless hand,
Creating chaos in a land of demand.
......
I’m that fatal kind of bored
The kind where the world is silent but somehow screaming
The kind when all color is gone but painfully bright
The kind where I’m numb but shattering
The kind where I’m stuck in place but flying through the dark air
The kind where my breaths are too deep but I’m suffocating
The kind where life is overwhelming, purely overwhelming
The kind where I want to escape, but I need to stay
The kind that beckons from the black night but calls from the bright light above
The kind that is nothing but everything
......