Thursday, January 20, 2011

For My Brothers In Arms...

Worshiping the good old rules,
how i struggled through each step and failed,
and while I pleased everyone then, disgraced,
you never shook away my friends, you never failed.
A worthless flesh i was, no one when cared,
the breath desired to fade, silently through night & days,
you made me one, proved to be my sun,
your arms my shelter, when even the sky looked away.
The belief wanted to die again,
when the trust was the apathy of an ashamed,
i confided blindly in you, my friends,
like a child hides in his mother's hands.
There were good and there were bad days,
when the nights looked darker than the black-holes ever framed,
Heaven was silent and all was in Hell,
like a savoir you stood up and all was well.
And so i declare the word now,
indifferent to this world paranormal anyhow,
where faith lies under the soil and graves,
you will be my heroes - my friends - my only comrades