Rise.
I’m everything I am and everything I have been brings me here to stand against you.
I bled my heart, these sleeves stained red.
I don’t think it matters anymore.
I have made my own decision…you should leave this alone.
You say you want the best, but in whose best interest?
I don’t want conflict. I made my choice.
I walked away from who I was, and it brought me further from you.
I have made my own decision…you should leave this alone.
Leave it alone.
As you admire what you’re trying to do…hanging ‘said’ beautiful pictures in sullen rooms.
As if your hand can shelter me from the night.
A shadow’s a shadow, but in yours resent hides.
And she blooms, shifting foundation core, shifting the poles,
bringing life…the newest we’ve ever known.
Blow out the candle, the vigil ends, the splinters mend.
Look in the face of a dear dead friend.
I will be raised up and I’m not looking to oppression for a cause.
I read the braille of your unwritten laws, breathe in the exhale of all things lost
so I can see myself without the tint of your vision.
Bad architects’ fetish throbs for collision.
And in the wake of disasters so small you could walk by them and not notice at all,
the ripples will inherit the earth.
Rise
I have made my own decision…you should leave this alone.
Leave it alone.