Gift of Words
When the earths starts to shake,
knocking you down,
cutting the delicateness of your sides.
Pick yourself up
and walk towards
a fresh open door in your mind.
The steps may be high
and the roads may be long
but something somewhere's got to give
and when you finally achieve
what for so long has been your dream
you can hold your head up in pride
The melody plays
to offer you praise
for achievments you recently made.
The sun no longer attacks
and stops you in your tracks
it is safe to come out of the shade.
Trapped by the chains
you wished freedom remained
don't let your life become 9 to 5
get up break free
a nomad you could be
make your own decisions in this life
They forced you to be
someone your not
and now your someone you hate
You wanted the freedom
to choose your meaning
but they decided your fate
But they'll beat and curse you
hoping you'll come around
to the fascist ideologies they churn
A sheep you are not
you scatter from the flock
and never will you return
Some people they go
to greath lenghs to show
they are like nobody else
With identity stripped
and self conscious whipped
they get hairstyles they come to regret
Some others they try
to be just like
who they think they should be
When alienation hits
they wish they were like that
and no longer like this
In your decisions you made
you decided not to conform
and you did it all on your own
When you spoke your mind
you refused to relinquish your pride
and never did you perform
And sometimes you tried
but seemed to get nowhere
it was not your fault I swear
Only time will reveal
if you can be healed
or if you are scarred for life
Your alienation did not wish to leave
your heart longed for your sleeve
and the parrots of society offered its pliers
But you could not believe
in a world which made you grieve
and you chose not get tangled up in their wires
Sometimes somethings are
just the way they are
and nothing we do makes for change
But you battled on
like a knight not a pawn
getting stronger with the pain
You made the best
when you had less than the rest
every house begins with a single brick
You built an empire
immune from the fire
it is you that made the cement stick
Within it you built a home
to keep your family warm
and your grandchildren safe from the streets
It's stairs aen't too high
there is only darkness at night
this means you can finally sleep
The world was a fake
you could not relate
it pleases me to finally see you smile
your wrinkled skin
holds no pain within
the miles you walked are worthwhile
You had met a ghost
at the end of a tunnel
who said your time was close
But you don't necessarily believe
what they want you to see
that is why your stronger than most
And now you stand at the gates
as fortunes await
with your head held up high
And though you'll be gone
we'll celebrate you in song
and tell tales of your life
My words to you
though they ring true
will probobly disappear with the fog
but they have been spoken
and words can't be broken
that is my gift to you
Jeff Dawson
Wed 9th Jul 2008 00:22
Hi Richard, wow, gift of words, can say that again, nice one - love these lines -
You built an empire
immune from the fire
it is you that made the cement stick
Within it you built a home
to keep your family warm
and your grandchildren safe from the streets
A lot of it sounds like the last couple of years I've had, a lot of it down to me, but hopefully better now, cheers Jeff
PS Did you read my 'I Love the morning'? cheers