dreamer
11-25-2007, 12:06am
My journey is that of a fighter
but even a fighter falls
with a rope around his neck
he may fall in silence and grace peaceful land alone
I dove from false grace and into the pits of hell
it's fire dances about me to this day
though I know freedom
because one woman would not see me be damned with her consent
I stood again
not a winner in battle still on my bloody knees but
hopeful
and not ready to relent
On these mountains it is not the good intent and failed efforts that hold us firm
but the smallest crevices where three fingers can fit to give a moments peace
the slight lullaby of hope that cuts through the mistaken false words of fear
Where we find that strength
to push once more
before failure sets matters not as long as we marvel from time to time over all the 2nd chances
upon which we sit
but even a fighter falls
with a rope around his neck
he may fall in silence and grace peaceful land alone
I dove from false grace and into the pits of hell
it's fire dances about me to this day
though I know freedom
because one woman would not see me be damned with her consent
I stood again
not a winner in battle still on my bloody knees but
hopeful
and not ready to relent
On these mountains it is not the good intent and failed efforts that hold us firm
but the smallest crevices where three fingers can fit to give a moments peace
the slight lullaby of hope that cuts through the mistaken false words of fear
Where we find that strength
to push once more
before failure sets matters not as long as we marvel from time to time over all the 2nd chances
upon which we sit