The Fight
Inspiration comes from within my soul.
A curtain call came swirling through clouds,
Forcing the last breath to let go and sink inside
My emotions, there is the wilderness of the land
Astonish beginnings end up with a hand on the trigger
We’re the bleeding orphans left behind the circle of sorrow
Tearful roads sending the brave inside
The twilight of blue lights,
Placing my hands underneath the illusion of salivate
Sleep through the storm; you’ll miss the moon,
Fear always tremble inside a lifeless road,
Setting the stage for Lock and load, swift words cutting
Through clouds of rendition.
Melodies bringing down the walls created by the trail
Of breaking down dolls, a silent whisper
Blanked the sun, bursting brightly through waves
Of the sound of a violin.
The clarity of a prophecy sitting beneath the words of wisdom
Vanishing in the air the creed of a holocaust.
A burning torched fueling the hatred of an image,
Pasted on The side of a window of Jericho,
There is the rainbow clashing between the line of
A hidden kingdom, forcing the smile of the forgotten
Lying across the fertile land of a new world.
The wheels are turning and the whirlwind autumn sails
Across the stars, seeking one last breath of glory.
Rony Joseph all rights reserved 2010