My Awkward "Hopes and Dreams" Lyrics
#2 of Poetry
Ugh. I don't know what I'm doing. I can't write poetry. I know lyrics don't need to follow the lead instrument, but even still, I can't seem to manifest any iota of quality here. And as it becomes harder and harder, it just winds down until it doesn't work anymore. Yuck. Why did I publish this? Did I do anything right?
Hopes and dreams,
Born from stars.
Light that carries
From afar.
Do days gone by
Bring a tear
Or a glimmer
To your eye?
I know you'd
Hold my hand
If you'd only
Understand
Life was never ours to take
It's a gift from outer space
Darkened void devoid of instance
Burst with merciful existence.
Was there a place that you called home?
Were there ones that you called family?
Would you ever let yourself tell
Someone new, "We'll live happily"?
Prove it to me, as I face you
Pacifist or blood-soaked warrior
Sinful petals in captivity
You can never breach my barrier.
These old bones, young and new again,
Revitalized upon these thoughts
What's the one thing you desire?
Making friends or cutting throats?
Raise your spear up like a hero,
Justice must have vigilance.
In the act of self-defence,
Can you maintain your innocence?
Did you stop and look around you
At the world surrounding, and,
Was there something you created
With the toils of your hands?
Even with the same decisions,
Dressed up in the trendiest glamour,
Never will there be another
Quite like your own nuanced rainbow.
Even with the blood you might've spilled,
Or with the friends that you once made,
Will we hope for divine forgiveness
A hollow dream I must dissuade.
Where will you stand if we do not respond?
Where will we be when comes the great beyond?
You can't outrun your memories
Without knowing fact from fantasy.
In this land
We call home
Is there a chance
To atone?