What I Believe

Pass me by and dare you not take a second look.

At the face that held the smile that you took.

Commit me to the ground for the words I've said.

For I know you'd rather see the person who spoke them dead.

Life can draw itself out with a bitter and stinging morale.

To this way, most people around you have fallen foul.

Shallow graves raked by the claws of demonic beasts.

Our bodies of rotting flesh on which they feast.

I'm tired of feeling part of a mindless flock.

Find that I remain within the place you intended to mock.

Tell me that my wishes are unreachable.

I may agree but with the knowledge that my dreams are achievable.

I'll force my world to turn on its axis.

It's a formidable test but I think I can crack this.

What appeared to be a room is actually empty.

There are no windows, nor doors, nor walls to fence me.

Stretching my wings just enough to shade my eyes from the sun.

Before I'd take flight into a honey-coloured field, I'd run.

I become the barley that gently sways in the evening breeze.

My fingertips would kiss their heads with ease.

If you even thought about stopping me in my tracks.

Yes, I'd stop and let my soul turn back.

I'd explain this passion to you and anyone who wants to listen aloud.

I'd speak of the love and understanding I have found.

It's what I believe is my solemn vow.