Let the blood,
Flow free,
As a river.
Let it chose,
A path of its own.
Let the rings,
Cut into you,
And keep it.
Let it stay,
As a reminder.
Let the darkness,
Cover all scars,
And hides the lies.
Let it stay,
To keep the truth.
Keep the pain,
That’s in your soul.
That says you’re alive.
Keep it forever,
And suffer in silence.
Let your hair,
Grow long,
And hides your eyes.
Let it stay,
And dye it black.
Let the blood,
From your body,
Run free.
Let it chose,
Its new way.
Let the rage,
That is in your heart,
Out to see the truth.
Let it out,
And free your mind.
Keep the hate,
That we all have,
That grows.
Keeps you moving,
Until the end of time.
Let time,
That stops,
For no man.
Let it go,
On it’s own.
Let the cry,
Of an fallen man,
Go unheard.
Let his pain,
Become notice.
Let the poet’s,
Pen run free,
On the blank page.
Let the ink,
Stain the page.
Let the artist’s
Paint dry in time,
As they work.
Let them focus,
On their paint.
Keep the memory,
That hurts you,
And laugh at it.
Keep it close,
So no one else can.
Let the mind,
Affect the body,
And chose how you look.
Let the mind,
Be free.
Let the pet,
Run loose,
With out a leash.
Let them learn,
When to go.
Let the blood,
Chose its way,
And not restrict it.
Let it pick,
How it flows.
Let the child,
Follow it’s
Own path.
Let them learn,
By themselves.
Keep the bind,
on your hand,
And grow to keep it.
Keep of as a symbol,
To why you had it.
Let the blood,
Run free forever,
And the scars,
To show why,
No one is really alive. |