Soon it’ll be too late
Will you still wait?
Leave it up to fate?
While the world burns as we speak
Time is running out
If you don’t know what I’m talking about
Then all my doubts
Have been confirmed
Heat drastically rises
For them a game, for us no prizes
Fools treated as the wisest
As lives still fall apart
There’s no other way
What do you say?
Can’t wait another day!
While the world burns as we speak
New Poem: Never To Be Angels
Defined by what makes us weak
Silence or the ability to speak
Ashes or a pile of dying embers
Forgotten or an oath to be remembered
No, we were never to be angels
Instead, given something greater
Colors to paint, wipe away grey and dull
Blessed with joy, misery, and anger
Rivers holding more inside than on the surface
Either climbers or gravediggers to our own abyss
Secrets of passion igniting hidden flames
Our differences bring beauty, for none are the same
Using the things that set us apart
All to unite our ever-lonesome hearts
Like different notes to play a song
Playing with the truth, never right or wrong
A symphony of lies will never last long
From division we must unite
For each other ready to fight
Though never to be angels, this I’ll say
We paint our tomorrows, night or day