Revolution of the Soul

Shattered glass I hold on to Cutting my hands, bleeding me dry-- Empty, thoughtless words you spoke At least I can't say you didn't try. Love, I called you when you're nothing But a shadow of that beautiful word, Just a mere morbid sigh Still, I can't say you didn't try. Nightly, I toss and turn and twist, I screamed, I muffled my cry All to my poor, restless heart's content Appreciating still that you did try. Why do you have to break me with a lie? Scoundrel! Now you'd wish you didn't try.

That tiny flicker of light in the infinite darkness, The green grass growing on my mother's grave That ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds The sparkling brilliance of the ocean's cruel waves. The flag raised in the midst of impending defeat The battle cry of the oppressed The broken smile on a face full of tears The subtle beauty in all the mess. The tiny hand that held yours when you're in despair Or the bloody face staring up at the blue sky The shoulder where a heavy head may be laid Or the kiss when one says goodbye. The warmth of your embrace though I'm alone, And the endless possibilities of the "Unknown".

They try to take you away from me, oh Soul Them with their hatchets Them with sharp words Them with objectives Deceiving us that we are lost And that we would never be found. They impregnate our minds That we are unworthy And someone has to take care of us That we need to work our ass out in the street When all we wanted was to sit for eternity With the company of the sea. They try to take you away from me, oh Soul When you're the only one I have They say I am unstable When they refuse to listen at all I envy the wild flowers They grow in graves no one cares about And yet their hauntingly, sorrowfully beautiful They sometimes bring tears to my eyes. And yes dearest Soul, I almost forgot Who we are and why we are We are our Creator's longing Life and magic woven into being.