I create my freedom
From underneath the tree of life
Giving bountiful treasures and blessings to others
Like the soft, pink petals of a new flower
Refreshed with morning dew,
The cool, crisp air to breathe in another day.

My belief creates my experience
I believe in all good things
That have been created by God’s special works
Just for us, he loves us so much
He gave us the beauty of the morning.

Fighting with desire
A battle to the end
Overshadowed by emotion
Knowing it would hurt my friend

Loyalty, is the only way
To truly live and be true
Not allowing betrayal to succeed
Hoping it means the same to you.

Perched upon the top of the jungle's highest tree
I have a panoramic view of our destiny
Refusal to be suffocated in life's cage
Not conforming to the laws of this society

*******
******* for everything you took from me
my ability to make good decisions have tainted my time
And still, I wonder if you are ok.

Its time to be who I was meant to be.
Goodbye.

Running into the night without caution or care
Praying I won't slip in the mud and land in the abyss of all the haters.
Each step is tacky and sticky, causing my speed to continue to slow down.
While, each breath is ****** from my lungs with such intensity that I wonder what side I am fighting for.

And as the time inches closer each day, my prayers become quieter
And my sorrow and doubt grow into full blown anxiety.
The news fills our head with complete anihilation, destruction the only goal.
Bones and primitive tools line the streets with the aroma of innocent death.

Keeping my eyes open, I see the sun and it never fails to rise.
In the evening, the moon controls the tides and lights up the darkness with stars
Inside my heart and soul, I beg for forgiveness from the divine, perfect one.
While silent tears line my face and my nose becomes stuffy.

I think they are calling the first step martial law, which sounds like we need to ready ourselves for the end.
But until that day comes, you can still find me giving thanks to our Lord and Savior.

Here I am amidst all the chaos and confusion
While the brisk wind stings my flesh just hoping this nightmare is an illusion
You need me to trust the person you showed me
Keeping me in the dark in the room wondering why I'm always depressed and feel unworthy for you
Still you slither like a serpent
Always surrounded by dread and gloom
no more tears no more time for this ******* my heart does not need to be saved it makes me sick just thinking of you and your calculated moves
To you I must seem too naive
For you have no character and your soul is concave
Another day has passed yet still unable to shut you out and lock the door
Would love to spit in your face to degrade you and make you see how it feels but its such a waste of time.
For you will never be worth it