Where My Roots Disappear

Here lies a dream

In papers drowned by ink

Things,  even if you steel, you can never take away from me

Land I forget,  before I remember

Places where I used to belong

Earth that smelled much like I

There I lay

And awake I see

There can be another me

Immigrant in this earth but free

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(Was turning dark so I had to turn around)

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A Dream I Didn’t Have

He tried to explain to me

That my soul has forgotten how it used to be

Before it was imprisoned by this jailer, this body

As the bright light shined down on me

I was blinded and no longer can see

That this… what I love so much is just a prison keeping me from my destiny

 

The Savior

“He will save us, don’t you worry,

loving and strong, the hero will return.”

The priest found a way to calm the crowd

So they stood still as their town burned to the ground

“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered

“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”

But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.

“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”

The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”

But everyone was gone.

The flame surrounded the red eyed man.

And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.