Friday, August 27, 2010

Time and Time again I fall

I haven’t always lived in hate
There was a time when they loved me
Now they simply turn and laugh at my inviting gate
As they gossip and chirp about me
Not so long ago it was my statue in the park
I was worshipped and loved by all
But now they’ve all but tore it apart
My balcony taken from underneath, no one to catch my fall
It was I who tore down my pedestal
My arrogance and sense of pride
I built myself up with medals
And worthless, I am all but died
When time and time again I lifted up
I simply made it harder,
For brick by brick from underneath
Further still I fall
I have not to arms to catch me,
Only those to lift me up
And higher still I crawl and screech
Harder still, the fall.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

...It was then that you carried me

Though in this sea of tumult find,
I lean on him and i am fine,
Death crawls screeching away from thee
As stronger still, you cling to me
This wave ahead is bigger than them all
But if i trust on him i shall never fall
I look down in complacency
Questioning if he's still carrying me
And as i flee from grace's grasp
And fall into this pending doom
He calls me back upon his lap
And as i die i am home at last