Thursday, December 16, 2010

The Words of The Weak

I'm not afraid of hitting the ground,
I hate the heights and I hate the fall.
But once I'm down, they all run to the scene
No one seems to want to help me.
The circle me and in their violent ways
Beat me for all I am and show me what I'm really worth.
This world sees an opening and loves when push comes to shove.
How can you say you want peace when your crushing my love?
How can you flaunt that symbol without staying true to the meaning?
I clench my fists and stand up,
holding his ring I scream 'All You Need Is Love.'
They fall beneath me crumbling like a wall.
I feel the power
I feel the love.

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