Saheli
02-08-2010, 03:51 PM
For all the ways we have to express thought,
Only a very few things we have not.
For years we've used the things that we can share
Our talents and words traveling in air
Our bodies and the things upon the ground
And anything we find ourselves around
To heal the wounds we often cannot see
Until one day we find that we are free
From all the stress we didn't know we hid
And all the freedom our life had forbid.
Society, it often wonders why
These words can make pain pass peacefully by,
But in my years I've found it's always so
Even if pain can never just let go.
The order that is placed upon the page
Allows the write to exit the stage
Of life and journey into the unknown
Of knowledge and complacency alone.
We learn to give ourselves some order when
Chaos engulfs the lives of other men
Who seek to destroy dreams and place their rules
Upon the fragile souls of eager fools
Who in their worries never stop to care
About the utter pain that they will share
When they are oppressed and they are deceived
By enemies in whom they once believed.
To listen to the words your heart will speak,
You'll find that peace is merely a technique
That you will learn when you are in your hell
Locked up in cold and lonely, sheltered cells.
And writing thoughts can help you find the means
Of getting through some really messed up things
To venture forth and move on with your life,
To realize the hope hid in your strife.
Sometimes the pain just digs so deep inside
Your heart cannot send thoughts into your mind.
So you sit,somber, waiting for the hour
When all is quiet cause only you have pow'r.
And in the dawn when golden rays abound
Gazing at pages you have turned to thought
You realize finally your peace is found
And that you are more placid than distraught.
So once more hope rides in on its white horse
To recue you from that which you most fear
Being abused and hated and of course
Being the only one who sees your tears.
For anger that builds up so long inside
Is seldom in a healthy way let loose,
But with each word your malice will subside
If you allow yourself to see your truth.
In this way you can learn to rise above
That which they said you never had to face
To conquer hate and realize perfect love
To never see yourself as their disgrace
The forming of the piece takes up your time
And forces you to understand your thoughts
Reiterating them until they rhyme
Or giving them some form if they do not.
Only a very few things we have not.
For years we've used the things that we can share
Our talents and words traveling in air
Our bodies and the things upon the ground
And anything we find ourselves around
To heal the wounds we often cannot see
Until one day we find that we are free
From all the stress we didn't know we hid
And all the freedom our life had forbid.
Society, it often wonders why
These words can make pain pass peacefully by,
But in my years I've found it's always so
Even if pain can never just let go.
The order that is placed upon the page
Allows the write to exit the stage
Of life and journey into the unknown
Of knowledge and complacency alone.
We learn to give ourselves some order when
Chaos engulfs the lives of other men
Who seek to destroy dreams and place their rules
Upon the fragile souls of eager fools
Who in their worries never stop to care
About the utter pain that they will share
When they are oppressed and they are deceived
By enemies in whom they once believed.
To listen to the words your heart will speak,
You'll find that peace is merely a technique
That you will learn when you are in your hell
Locked up in cold and lonely, sheltered cells.
And writing thoughts can help you find the means
Of getting through some really messed up things
To venture forth and move on with your life,
To realize the hope hid in your strife.
Sometimes the pain just digs so deep inside
Your heart cannot send thoughts into your mind.
So you sit,somber, waiting for the hour
When all is quiet cause only you have pow'r.
And in the dawn when golden rays abound
Gazing at pages you have turned to thought
You realize finally your peace is found
And that you are more placid than distraught.
So once more hope rides in on its white horse
To recue you from that which you most fear
Being abused and hated and of course
Being the only one who sees your tears.
For anger that builds up so long inside
Is seldom in a healthy way let loose,
But with each word your malice will subside
If you allow yourself to see your truth.
In this way you can learn to rise above
That which they said you never had to face
To conquer hate and realize perfect love
To never see yourself as their disgrace
The forming of the piece takes up your time
And forces you to understand your thoughts
Reiterating them until they rhyme
Or giving them some form if they do not.