Wings of Glory

Is what I feel the whole world's weight upon my shoulders or is it my own guilt for it that has dragged me down?
How will I ever know?
When it is easy to point fingers and sabatoge love for anger.
Could it be that true passion lies within the beauty of self realization?
Or do masks unviel painted faces of glory?
Can hope defeat mockery?
While lies are wisped to create a sense of ideology that embraces nothing but agendas laying naked on bedsides of lions and tigers.
Flocks of sheeps are triggered by wolves of assumption,
Weeding out rams of ambition toward a waterless cliff.
Plundering like a wingless bird blinded by its lack of movement.
We stand together yet lose balance against our deepest misunderstandings.
And change will never become a white stallion galloping through like
thunder on top of an ageless mountain.
So gather up your news and stand firm.
Your day will come but it will be far too late to awaken the sun.

Overcome

I tread my feet alongside my heavy heart,
Hoping one day you will join me again.
Though you only desire your misery to lead you
Not wanting anyone to understand.
So push through, for I push through
Fears do not hold me
They lead you along
A road that only you can follow
Drenched with calm I will Lay
Against your empty touch
That's stolen my tenderness Away.
Walk alongside your reflection,
Your back shuns my shadow,
I draw near and you draw far
Closer to a dimmed moon
In the air of the still night
Like a hungry wolf searching the mountain
To pull water from an empty well.
With dismay, you will return
Empty soul and a strong stride
Nothing is left for you to wonder
But what was there plunged deeper
For truth cannot be dispersed
If it was meant for you to belong.
Reach inside and hold on
And cross paths again,
What you seek is what you have already found.