For some of us its always about the freedom from what we know and what we feel. |
-To Be Free- by Keaton Foster I give up on the world I give up on all that I see I close my eyes Asking God To be free But there is no reply I know because I’m still right here So very much alive I’ve suffered so much Damaged are my guts Shattered is my heart Fractured is my mind At odds with each other There is always a war Being fought within each battle There are always wounds There are always casualties I’m always chasing down demons Leaving me reeling Wondering is life what I’m feeling Or is this just a never ending pain Ripping through my cerebral cortex Splitting the two sides of my brain Setting each hemisphere at odds With itself and all else Does life, all of this present tense Only hurt because the receptors Receive the signals in familiar lengths Ones that they can predict Even if the stimulus is switched off Even if the madness is turned soft To be free Simple it may seem Death it may mean Losing all that I hold dear All that I hold dear losing me A vicious vendetta of thereafter Played out by both sides The ones set to peace And the ones finding no relief Mourning would be a waste I would not mourn myself A celebration should be had A sense of ease That I’ve never felt As simple and as true as that I give up on the world I give up on all that I see I close my eyes Asking God to be free But there is no reply I know because I’m still right here So very much alive His hands are of course unclean There is always blood on them Just at this point not mine I might regret saying most Of what I have come to say But there will always be The smallest part that won’t To be free Living towards the dream Believing mostly in the unseen Hoping that what I know And what I have come to feel Is replaced with what I don’t… To Be Free Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |