So sick of the same old, same old
Burdens of old weights
And added weights
Like lies to the curb
Of insecure hope and light
Falsity of spoken words
That came so easily off the people's lips
So easy to encourage
From the other side
Take me by the hand
And lead my out of this place, I pray
"I look unto the beams of strength
The foundations of my soul"
This is the prayer of those
Who suffer of the torment in the night
Those who suffer of the torment in the silence
Once they wake up into a new day
Hoping to have something sweet tasted in their mouths
Instead they have the taste of bitterness
Like vomit that came back to the surface
It is drooling from their mouths
As they try to wipe the reaction from their face
But the more they wipe, the more they realise
That this pain is too much to bear
To much to conceal with a human understanding
"How can one endure so much pain and sorrow?" They ask..
They wonder why has life taken a turn into the ever depths of hell
The pondering of moaning and groanings
Deep within the soul of the broken and the hurting vessels of creation
Regrets and lies
Of permeated fermentation
That burns within the hearts of those
Who tries to hold on to the little strength they have
Familiar voices that makes eyes change
Familiar feelings that makes hearts bitter
Revealing the tears of the years sown
Into the ground of vulnerability to strange places
Why don't you take off these dark clothes
And change my make-up to something more light on the eye
Yes we don't understand
But as they take pieces of who we are
Let us still feel that we can face today
We dance away our depression
We sing and growl our pain into the air
To tell those that have come up against us in the unseen
That we have overcome
This is the cry of many
This is the cry of myself..
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