From the Crust of time You found me, And pursued me.
I wondered How I could get Rid of you and Your annoying persistence, And dealt you a mounting reluctance. Because you Were nowhere Near my Lifelong intent.
You were something I drew closer to only when everything else left me to myself And something I left When these things returned.
I left you Whenever I set My eyes on these things Because I felt They had all I Would ever need. I was certain they could make me All I ever Wanted to be. I saw as valuable, The things I Valued more than you
In my foolishness, I snubbed you I ignored you. I cast you behind My mind as My attention Drifted away To those things.
I sighed each Time you forced Yourself on me. And hissed when you long for me to recollect Myself and come Back to my senses. With tears Dripping down Your cheeks. I thought it was The stupidest thing. To waste tears and time, Where you're not valued.
When you insisted In taking me to A place nothing Else could, I couldn't see past These things to value Your genuineness And loyalty.
It has dawned on me. You're a gift From God. A thing I'm meant to be And do For the rest Of my life. A thing I need to embrace, if ever I want to fly.
You're me and I'm you, for life.
You're a thing I love to do For the rest of my days, a thing I can't do without; The wings with Which I fly To a place Nothing else Can take me.
Empty streets recite the lyrics of sovereignty to the frigid dignity. The detained hero is fallen to harsh bellies, condemned for standing tall when the stooped quieted their voices and ducked bullets from multiple gashes. The land weeps for the slain who the endangered now see as the fortunate ones. They are fortunate in death; their horror, anguish are shaved off with sudden animalistic transition. They were fortunate when the night is as horrible as the day and demise awaited at the doorposts of time. There is nowhere to hide from the harm that has engulfed the land where the sun still rises. No hiding place on the land which the marginalised own. No one knows when the end to this terror will come And no one knows what future holds for the living. If the hero makes it alive, the streets will live again But life will remain the same, until freedom comes.