My thoughts are rising up in an uproar
And defeating themselves to leave me blank
Expectations are falling out of places
And shocks displacing certain feelings
I’m not sure what I see
It’s hard to tell flaws in a blurry vision
‘Cos the truth will never seem the surest
But I have to cough out a decision
In any form raw so long as purest
.
Maybe someday
I can see far to tell the future
I can read anxious faces and tell fates
I see the happy days coming
Vistas of serendipity
The weaklings can take heart and smile
The oppressed should hold on for a while
Change is coming
So sure I am of this than I am of myself
Suppression will swing the best swords
But freedom will win the day
Change is coming
.
I can see the wicked fallen
Fallen on their own swords
Nemesis finally caught up with them
I see Kings dragging their feet
Whiles servants ride in chariots
The mighty seeking out a haven
The sons of men defeating the gods
I see the greed with his hungry fleet
Hoisting flags, drinking to the riots
They are making their way into heaven
But never thought of all the odds
You’ll remain where your deeds remain
And rot where your wickedness rot
Men will live
But only the good ones will last
Ink On The Heart 