The holders
Wishing dreams of a silent night. Whispering dreams of a candle so bright. For through the night shines light. It just takes love, empathy, and might. Contradictions, convictions, everything in self-righteous intentions. Shunns upon me, causing lots of friction. I'm in the world, were people see not who I am. I am in the world of Uncle Sam. I am in this the world and I don't give a damn. I just want to love, learn become more than what I am. Everybody's Bland, everybody's empty. They speak of nothing but belittlement and mockery. I rage at the hypocrisy. I am one with a heart of gold. With the strength to travel down the right Road. A gift that's given, not to be sold, over an ego an agenda a Persona a mold. We all want to fit in life, we all need a label. Lots of us Judge others or ourselves. Lots of us fear, lots of us run. It's mercy and empathy we must learn. We'll look at people in Despicable ways. Not knowing the judging others is judging ourselves. For one to Judge another being, one must put themselves on a false pedestal. Creating a label that is not you. Creating a false identity, that a lot of us need true. Lots of us don't believe in God but I do so And if we're created in love doesn't that mean we're pure from birth? Can't we understand the things we endured, created the false identity? The wall we built around our heart. Can't we please look deeper, beneath the surface? Can't we just love, and be who we are. For when we Face our demons. We start to see. Something more, something greater, something pure. Love it self as we are the holders.
