No Man Can Stand Prominence These Days.

we act upon what we think to be true.

We're but a branch.

Floating onward up and over,

The flat tops of what became,

Majestic.

Oh but you'll find,

That when you've hit that wall of defiance,

You have no help.

 

But wait!

You'll wait for the day,

When these trees rise up in,

Unison.

They'll stand for no wicked sky's cause.

Progression for which they, strive.

Wait for your moment to gain confidence in them.

 

What spout out from their hold in the ground.

Turned to the catalyst of pride in their eyes.

Know not what you can do for them,

Know what they'll do for us all!

This is a calling.

A calling of faith, get in, line.

 

But wait!

You'll wait for the day,

When these trees rise up in,

Unison.

They'll stand for poor grounds cries.

Guidance for which they, strive.

Wait for your time to give your best battle cry.

 

Oh, they knew what was coming to them.

We'll hear no mercy.

Have no doubt in mind.

They had their chance for redemption, before!

 

But wait!

You'll wait for the day,

When these trees rise up in,

Unison.

They'll stand, for the worthiest of prize,

There's no better, time.

Wait for your day, when you relinquish your hate.

This is our fate.

 

Author's Note

heavily inspired by Coheed and Cambria's "The Willing Well" movements.

Reviews

[darkgurl]

Well this is well said and true I like this write, very well put and said...Kim