Days not so long past
Days of battle
Days of deliverance
Days and nights when my fight was strong
My courage was that of a fool who knew no better
I wasn’t a soldier
I was a warrior
I would not race into battle at the command of another
I would battle for the cause
I would battle for justice
For honor
For love
What happened to my will?
What happened to my fight?
It was that smell of burring flesh that once meant victory
And glory
But now it brings no satisfaction
There is no honor in my triumph
Oh, the will to fight is there
It is powerful
It is strong
But it is anger
And malice
And envy
And pity
Because of my betrayal to my soul
I lay down my spear and sword.
I am discussed with who I've become
The battle was everything to me
But there is no truth left to fight for
No good can come of my aggressions
I only wish my enemies would find me
Would kill me
So that my shame is not known
I was once a warrior
No more
Friday, August 24, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
The one that got away
In my dreams
You’re so real
And the memory of you
Is so perfect
It makes me wish
I could sleep forever
Your dark hair
Your bright eyes
The smile that years ago warmed me to my toes
I know it's not real
I know you are not the man of my dreams
But oh if you were
I would have built a city for you
Gold and silver
Brandy and perfume
You would have wanted for nothing
You would have been a god
My god
It’s not who you were
It’s not who I am
But the idea of it all fills my dreams
still to this day
Your soft smooth skin
Your strong hands
The idea of an ideal
Still ‘til this day
Haunts me
and my dreams
And inevitably
Makes me smile
You’re so real
And the memory of you
Is so perfect
It makes me wish
I could sleep forever
Your dark hair
Your bright eyes
The smile that years ago warmed me to my toes
I know it's not real
I know you are not the man of my dreams
But oh if you were
I would have built a city for you
Gold and silver
Brandy and perfume
You would have wanted for nothing
You would have been a god
My god
It’s not who you were
It’s not who I am
But the idea of it all fills my dreams
still to this day
Your soft smooth skin
Your strong hands
The idea of an ideal
Still ‘til this day
Haunts me
and my dreams
And inevitably
Makes me smile
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