i open my eyes another day for good
in one hand i grab the sword
given to me to fight the enemy
my other hand i open
to relinquish
the trinkets i cling to
a leader often feels alone
while i lay still
i fight my to give parts of myself to others
the deployment that i have chosen
is so real, so good, so scary to me
it is clear
but i fear
the enemies that i face every day
i want to run, hope takes my hand
and stays with me as i decide to walk the good way
the first enemy is inside of me
i hear it
it tells me i cannot
i am a loser
ez pickins
i see it
i am so average
not a beauty to man
so nothing
except for hope
standing now
i fight round two
the peopwho say they are family
the ones who love me
they are so accustomed to me
they cant even see
the great thing happening
they trip me
negatively speak
dont carry their share
dont worry
a man cant get in the way
of loves plans
walking now
battle three in front of me
the enemy working his way in
others, friends
we fight
over petty things
disraction
no action
reaction
division
whirpooling discussion
in the name of good
im blue
cast your cares and hope!
now i manage to run in goods way
battle four
the real one
knocks down the door
the reign of the evil
in the world all around me
addiction
infliction
self love
hate
subtly
degrate
the ways and the power of good
is there no good?
anywhere?
anymore?
keep your eyes on yourself- you tell me
let it begin with you
show it to your family
close and extended
hold to hope
fight the world
smash warped philosophies
give hope
in atrocity
love those who hate
have faith
and wait
abide in faith
and continually see
that you are made into who you need to be
