Suffer to exist; exist to please.
It's ok, it's fine, I've got no wound,
I tell myself with a spear in my chest.
I wonder if this is the way; I despair this trench,
No escape, no route - this is the way.
Ever scar and ever wound,
Comes alive and rekindles to stay.
Loved ones blunt the knife; enemies wait to devour,
I can now barely see who belong to me.
You fail to recognize; We're yours - they say,
Enemies are best; you can see the eyes of hate.
You look at the sky and scream for help,
You know HE can hear; HIS remedy you await.
Patience thrives inside you; provoked, ignored, wounded,
Smile, joy, and laughter- a distant emotion yet to heed.
You need to hold, you can't give-up,
Through every scar and ever gash.
This is the beginning and it has just begun,
It promises to breathe, but refuses to heal.
