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Whispers of No One

the greatest fall back of any warrior
Is to stumble over that which is already behind him
And breath in that air that withers
Destroying all that he ever believed in
defeat or victory, take them both in stride
dwell not in the misfortunes of your past
They are neither here nor there
Embrace the taste of clarity at last

A grudge is a grudge
dragging these waters only confines
Yet we choose to hold close this
desire to crush that which underlines
Our fear
Our Hate
Those dear
Our pain

Steering clear of those trip wires of my yesteryear
Dawning a new birth with the only thing I know
Such a makeshift existence built with the strength of rubble
However, If I hold my own I have a slither of hope
forcing the vision of a silver lining
Even if I'm blinded by the faith in my own hope
These eyes can never turn and look away
When this world turns its back I have nothing else to call my own

A grudge is a grudge
dragging these waters only confines
Yet we choose to hold close this
desire to crush that which underlines
Our fear
Our Hate
Those dear
Our pain

So I tear a hole in the sky that braces my wings
I will fly even if it kills me
With broken wings and bloody feathers
the grind of bone will only sting softly
Quite my whispers; calm my screams
as this dusk covers a broken world
when the sun rises next morning
I'll remember fondly the words of that little girl

A grudge is a grudge
dragging these waters only confines
Yet we choose to hold close this
desire to crush that which underlines
Our fear
Our Hate
Those dear
Our pain