Hero spirit... 2007-11-07 05:08:36
By Stilltraveler •
On the edge of losing all.
Having gained nothing, little will be lost.
Yet dreams come true, even when little has been gained.
For every breath has been a struggle to freedom.
A freedom that may never be attained,
something to always be longed for.
Deeply whispered thoughts of undecent acts.
Of crazed & derelicted preachings, screaming.
Oh scary passions, ever deviantly glorious.
& yet...
To feed the poor.
To surrender to right.
To warm the cold.
To talk to the lonely.
To fill up their souls.
To love unconditionally.
&
To leave the rest alone.
Till next time.