rity79gem
June 29th, 2006, 05:44 PM
When you find that your soul is submerged
Into a desperate solitude of superficial gain
Where the name of the game is to strive recklessly
For a life that you foresee as the final stop on your journey
But the methods used bring loneliness a thousand fold
Regardless of the sale of your soul, a story untold
There is a light that can be received by the beholder
Seen in your eyes, for they project your inner beauty
If only it were to every person in this world
Who could acknowledge this glow
Without interpretation, damnation or prejudice
Without contempt, jealousy or mockery
But with a passion and sincerity
With love and a genuine tenderness
Instead of accepting an invitation to channel your sacrificial nature
This is usually the case when confronted with a choice
I know that it seems like we don’t have a second option
As in the end, all roads lead to pain, dissatisfaction
But perhaps there is one that leads to a fulfilling conclusion
But is disguised deceptively as one of the same well worn paths
Why is it that we choose to lose our beauty in essence?
In favour of self manipulation brought on by a need to indulge
In order to find happiness and acceptance
The light is still there, always burning, shining true
But you choose to ignore and hide it still
From the very people who see the best in you
And instead offer it to those who shall take it
Distort and turn it back on to yourself and fake it
And force it back into your eyes, fading, dimming
Finally stationed and dormant back in to your heart
Bringing to you instead where the light once was
A tear, then another and finally taking cover
Under a blanket of fear and loneliness is your fate
Because the world is full of deception, fear shrouded with hate
And those who will with all their heart and strength be true
Ignored, cast aside, sent into isolation, becomes desolation
Because the world revolves around games, dishonesty, manipulation
The only consolation is the light remaining still, unlit
Until it is seen again by a person, free from material
Igniting the force of your real nature once more, no longer surreal
But it is a question of recognising your light, your power
Find yourself free.
Hail Sytian Culture!!
Rity
Into a desperate solitude of superficial gain
Where the name of the game is to strive recklessly
For a life that you foresee as the final stop on your journey
But the methods used bring loneliness a thousand fold
Regardless of the sale of your soul, a story untold
There is a light that can be received by the beholder
Seen in your eyes, for they project your inner beauty
If only it were to every person in this world
Who could acknowledge this glow
Without interpretation, damnation or prejudice
Without contempt, jealousy or mockery
But with a passion and sincerity
With love and a genuine tenderness
Instead of accepting an invitation to channel your sacrificial nature
This is usually the case when confronted with a choice
I know that it seems like we don’t have a second option
As in the end, all roads lead to pain, dissatisfaction
But perhaps there is one that leads to a fulfilling conclusion
But is disguised deceptively as one of the same well worn paths
Why is it that we choose to lose our beauty in essence?
In favour of self manipulation brought on by a need to indulge
In order to find happiness and acceptance
The light is still there, always burning, shining true
But you choose to ignore and hide it still
From the very people who see the best in you
And instead offer it to those who shall take it
Distort and turn it back on to yourself and fake it
And force it back into your eyes, fading, dimming
Finally stationed and dormant back in to your heart
Bringing to you instead where the light once was
A tear, then another and finally taking cover
Under a blanket of fear and loneliness is your fate
Because the world is full of deception, fear shrouded with hate
And those who will with all their heart and strength be true
Ignored, cast aside, sent into isolation, becomes desolation
Because the world revolves around games, dishonesty, manipulation
The only consolation is the light remaining still, unlit
Until it is seen again by a person, free from material
Igniting the force of your real nature once more, no longer surreal
But it is a question of recognising your light, your power
Find yourself free.
Hail Sytian Culture!!
Rity