I lay in a cave with shadows. I watch as shadow figures toil, Their gazes always down. We were taught to fight the light, To never see color.

One day I grow restless and I look up. My eyes burn but I can’t turn away As tears fall down my face. I feel my soul and heart tearing a painful thing that lasts

But I hear a calling and through the light I go Every foot step is heavy and pained Every second earns a scream Every part is soaked with sweat and tears, A sign of hard work

I’ve never felt uncomfortable, Just very unfulfilled. Now I feel things changing As I start to understand

Through the light my eyes adjust And as soon as my tears dry I see a world of infinite color And a sky as vast as a mind should be

The seas deep depths are filled with truth The trees thankful to be heard at last Whisper Their unheard tales Tales of men who seek destruction

As I enjoy the vast colors I see things for what they are The shadowy beats I saw as shadows Were men lost without the light. I don’t know how I came to fight for a place so bright.

A place of undying beauty A place forever more A place with no lasting sin And a place where truth is restored

This is my awakening, A place vibrant colors Built upon mistakes Made upon leaps of faith

As the bright light of hope burns red It sinks lower and lower taking away light The shadows dance abandoning bed I sit back and watch the darkness flight

The cold moon glow of a day gone It’s judgementsal eyes looking down A look of sincerity and regret like none I look at it and feel its pound

I miss the warm glow of hopes face. The fleeting sins of moonlight’s sake Send a chill at a ghastly pace. I look forward to the end of the fake.

My mind wanders in thoughts of warmth The moon hearkens with a cold blunt breath It’s shadows whispering about inevitable death And I sit my head hung low, in search of a warm glow

I struggle to sleep because I’m reminded of regret My mind is not blank with bliss, but dull with pain The moon looks down unwavering its intent I feel so low but the sun doesn’t show.

The moon is blunt and very cold A strong intent that lays frozen in snow A hateful thing most people say But the moon still glows ever steadily so

I open my arms and except my fate I’m human and not all things are done great I’ve done bad but my soul remains by a single thread in a barren plain; Most people fret while I withstand gods plan

Pain is a thing people flee from They flee to hope and light A place where false warmth runs Comfortable and boring be the days of no pain

The nights run free and wild A thing all people look for Till they see the first sigh of hail Flee they must to a warm false glow Once again their sucked near

The sun looks down and says”come and have whatever you need forget your sin all is small” The moon glares down and says”come my child in the frost of dawn see your mistakes and learn”

Towering over are shade creators Basking in glory of the sun We stand small but are the nominaters The tall ones stay still and never done

The wind whispers storys around The tall ones branches stirring in admiration Story’s bounce around and live We stand short and blindly take

The whispers of the trees are so quiet Although mighty, and all knowing We stand short and unseeing The wisdom around us taken as merely wind

Everything is known and in the Erie quiet Booms of thunder roll in rage Life is empty unless story’s fulfilled We stand warned but turn it down with a wave

An annoyance to us is a key to the world The way of all things is the way unheard Thunder dies in desperate attempts We turn it down with a hiss

Dying whispers of longing travel coldly We dismiss it as a breeze, a minor inconvenience As the world lets out a final word a word of love We watch it die with grins so wide.

Through our wrath we enjoy the fall Of natures finale dying call It calls for us its children back Calls of love and pleads

Something so powerful dies under us Our evil eyes watching wisdom burn Its undying but it dies for us And in its loss we grow desperate

Our once evil eyes are filled with tears As our own selfish needs are no where near We killed our hope without its story’s Forever lost we have no roots.