8 Mar 2011
How Why Who
How can I be this strong and yet, be washing my feet
In a basin of my own blood?
Why does a stranger run into a burning house?
And why can't the innocence of a child's eyes,
Continue to view, right through, to adulthood?
Like we somehow, we misunderstood.
Who is brave enough to walk away?
To understand what the others say?
To find common ground in the affray?
How does a difference, Affect a rising sun?
Does it change anything, except killing all the fun?
Why are we still in chains? change C & H for brains,
Reborn from the flames.
Who will take us kicking and screaming;
To a land of broken promises?
And who will lead themselves;
In their own dominion, of temporal kings?
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