Let's make compassionate decisions,
powered by the vision
of thousands of clasped hands,
fingers laced,
chests open with hearts exposed,
fighting through the bullets
of putrid hate
shot by the faithless,
the hopeless,
and the world's most feared.
Create a frontline of
those willing to die.
Not for their country
bound by invisible lines,
nor friends and family
but rather for the
Purpose of Peace.
"Turn the other cheek."
It's what we try to preach.
But who actually listens
to their own swallowed words
that settle better in their bellies
than they do on their sleeves.
Cut us open.
Spill our guts
of the stifling pain
and festering anguish
that has suffocated the rest
unwilling to face their own fears.
Let us hold it;
Dark, dripping
mud slipping fast
between our finger tips.
Let us mold it into clay of
deep red, and
once solid again,
form flowers and freed birds,
honey suckle and new words
of inspiration and motivation
to forgive those that didn't know
the power of their own choices.
A mind in control is a dictator.
But a mind controlled is a freedom fighter.
Be the boss of your tomorrow...
the brightest light in the darkest of sorrows.
Get rid of "I told you so"s
and "Yea, I already know"s.
Listen to the teacher
waiting around every corner,
behind every door unopened,
that holds the key
to the stillness inside.
The quiet of your mind.
A calmness so strong
it affects those around you
with those restless legs
and paranoid glances
over shoulders hunched
as if it could save them.
Take their hand in yours
and smile from your eyes.
Let them know
It
Does
Not
Have
To
Be
This
Way.
So follow us
when you feel brave enough.
The world ain't goin' nowhere, kid.
So either be a slave to your pain
Or evolve and toughen up.
Give in to the power of love.
After all, It never gave up
on you in the first place.
