My heart could wrestle tyranny, My brain could rack its shelves, My feet could sprint there wearily, But will we lose ourselves? [Them] Through forests dark he delves. I sense the promise making plans Demanding strength and time But while I wait with open hands My eyes caress his rhyme... [Them] Up mountains tall he climbs. Will fate beat lonely, brazen gong? Will tempers lose their men? And in the chaos of the song Will war be my amen? [Them] He murders yet again. He storms towards frozen avenues He shouts his will of iron And till he's lost his golden hue He'll still pursue his siren. His hands are mighty kryptonite His lips sing scornful praise His darkness seems like blinding light Until its fire's ablaze. He may have gorgeous women pray To be his one and only He may have priesthoods come and say To him be all the glory He may have riches stocked away Inside his lonely circus, But here I'll stay and rue the day That Greatness be my purpose.
My Poems
Although some friends abandon lonely way, A Poem About Me Black -> Blue Black Sunlight, Shine! Callings Colorado Love Come Conjunctivitis Daydreams Deep, Deep, Deep i met a girl I Know the Taste of Death I stood alone on morning clear I will not worship the mountains, In your eyes resides a home Greatness The Ghost in Me My Greatest Fear heaven isn't celibate No Matter What Slack Line Love There was a man who loved the Lord There's nothing I can say, Journeys Nature's Hue Watchman, O Watchman What Can Right Ten Thousand Wrongs? When all the world felt dark as night, When violence refuses to be named, Why I Stray Your hair is redder than the sun, The Lord Is The Lord's Will The Quiet Truth

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