Natsuke Takeda
06-09-2006, 11:20 PM
Listening to music and.. yeah.
Completely Random, btw. And I called it "Another view"
I open my eyes to see the demise
the constant premise that haunts me
that taunts me, that tell me these lies
The never ending hatred that flows through me
And I just keep moving foward
hoping that truly
I can break free of these shackles
To be able to finally let go of these hassles
that keep my mind from seeing what's truly important
Not the screen that the world covers our view with
and whatever's left in the dust
they just simply ignore it.
I'll see through my own eyes
My blood, sweat and tears
Believing half of what I see
and none of what I hear
I'll struggle, fighting the demons that desecrate
yet illuminate
the darkest reaches of my mind just in time
For me to wake up and cry
For me to start thinking why
Just who the hell am I
And I look out the window, seeing the world through my own view
In my own truth the vision within me
My own colors, sharpness and hue
To see the world as it is
A once vivid picture now turned to a list
of what's wrong in the world
Like God had curled up into a ball
weeping for the misguided, a holy war ignited
Every man and women sided, a world completely divided
Into different pieces, when we have a million diseases
That deserve the most attention, yet this mention of illness
has a small little section pushed aside so that we can count
just how many jihad warriors are still alive
And it pains me, to see a mother feel like it's slavery
to pay the bills, raise the kids and have hope that maybe there's a horizon
that the sun will set and hopefully the tears of regret we shed will finally shed away
just as the dusk sets away
and not a word left to say because finally, we are free to be just who we wish we could see when we stare into the mirror
Finding ourselves nearer towards the goals we set
No longer having to bet and piss our money away so that our children don't have to pray that maybe there's a better way for them to live
We finally have something to give and we finally have a place that our dreams can stay and maybe
just maybe
we can live our dreams today
A place where a fist to the arm is a sign of friendship
rather than cause a commotion so hectic
from one moment to the last, where everything happens too fast and before you knew it
Some terrorist threw it, threw his life away so that he could just say that he's right, and no one can resist the rights of his God, no matter how many children he's slain, he'll do it just for a nod from his righteous leader,
who he believes is a preacher
when maybe he could be either a holy man or a heathen
or maybe just neither
but we have our own soldiers fighting, marching down the path
wondering how long they can last before it's time when thier death puts the flag at half mast and maybe
just maybe
it'll be over, freedom at last
But then he or she wakes up and forces to pretend that he or she a soldier, when this soldier wants to this to end and just go home
And not feel like he sold his soul to sacrifice his or her life for people who hate him, and not feel the praise that his family gave him thousands of miles away
He'd kill just to hear Him say that he's no longer subject to fate, that's it's finally safe to go home and no longer be late for his own daughter's birthday party
He no longer has to say sorry because he's here, and no longer do they have to fear anything because they can see him, thier father, thier mother, the one who was bleeding for thier country and finally gained freedom
Freedom within our eyes.
We can finally walk down a path where no hatred is born
no world is torn and maybe no cries of scorn
and no bloody clothing needed be worn to mourn the fallen
because this world will have the angels above us
and no questions of what kind of angel is among us
it's just a world of peace, where west meets the east and there's a handshake in between and no bumpy roads taken need to be swollen
where I don't need to wake up from this dream, cause my eyes are already open.
My eyes are finally open, and I am free.
________________________
It sucks, but I just had to vent it out. Thank you.
Completely Random, btw. And I called it "Another view"
I open my eyes to see the demise
the constant premise that haunts me
that taunts me, that tell me these lies
The never ending hatred that flows through me
And I just keep moving foward
hoping that truly
I can break free of these shackles
To be able to finally let go of these hassles
that keep my mind from seeing what's truly important
Not the screen that the world covers our view with
and whatever's left in the dust
they just simply ignore it.
I'll see through my own eyes
My blood, sweat and tears
Believing half of what I see
and none of what I hear
I'll struggle, fighting the demons that desecrate
yet illuminate
the darkest reaches of my mind just in time
For me to wake up and cry
For me to start thinking why
Just who the hell am I
And I look out the window, seeing the world through my own view
In my own truth the vision within me
My own colors, sharpness and hue
To see the world as it is
A once vivid picture now turned to a list
of what's wrong in the world
Like God had curled up into a ball
weeping for the misguided, a holy war ignited
Every man and women sided, a world completely divided
Into different pieces, when we have a million diseases
That deserve the most attention, yet this mention of illness
has a small little section pushed aside so that we can count
just how many jihad warriors are still alive
And it pains me, to see a mother feel like it's slavery
to pay the bills, raise the kids and have hope that maybe there's a horizon
that the sun will set and hopefully the tears of regret we shed will finally shed away
just as the dusk sets away
and not a word left to say because finally, we are free to be just who we wish we could see when we stare into the mirror
Finding ourselves nearer towards the goals we set
No longer having to bet and piss our money away so that our children don't have to pray that maybe there's a better way for them to live
We finally have something to give and we finally have a place that our dreams can stay and maybe
just maybe
we can live our dreams today
A place where a fist to the arm is a sign of friendship
rather than cause a commotion so hectic
from one moment to the last, where everything happens too fast and before you knew it
Some terrorist threw it, threw his life away so that he could just say that he's right, and no one can resist the rights of his God, no matter how many children he's slain, he'll do it just for a nod from his righteous leader,
who he believes is a preacher
when maybe he could be either a holy man or a heathen
or maybe just neither
but we have our own soldiers fighting, marching down the path
wondering how long they can last before it's time when thier death puts the flag at half mast and maybe
just maybe
it'll be over, freedom at last
But then he or she wakes up and forces to pretend that he or she a soldier, when this soldier wants to this to end and just go home
And not feel like he sold his soul to sacrifice his or her life for people who hate him, and not feel the praise that his family gave him thousands of miles away
He'd kill just to hear Him say that he's no longer subject to fate, that's it's finally safe to go home and no longer be late for his own daughter's birthday party
He no longer has to say sorry because he's here, and no longer do they have to fear anything because they can see him, thier father, thier mother, the one who was bleeding for thier country and finally gained freedom
Freedom within our eyes.
We can finally walk down a path where no hatred is born
no world is torn and maybe no cries of scorn
and no bloody clothing needed be worn to mourn the fallen
because this world will have the angels above us
and no questions of what kind of angel is among us
it's just a world of peace, where west meets the east and there's a handshake in between and no bumpy roads taken need to be swollen
where I don't need to wake up from this dream, cause my eyes are already open.
My eyes are finally open, and I am free.
________________________
It sucks, but I just had to vent it out. Thank you.