The Strings Of Fate
By: Lawrence W Langman (c)

We seek desires
though the night.
With bloodshot eyes
our tears block sight.

Hearts dost pound
like raging streams.
Walk through raindrops
beneath our screams.

Our lives now taken
in broad daylight.
With surging veins
we feel contrite.

Nerve endings on fire
we feel the heat.
Our echoing pulse
demands defeat.

We stand and rise up
like a phoenix reborn.
Yet our heads hang low
our self worth forlorn.

Each day we battle
each day we strive.
Strength from each other
keeps us alive.

We search for some hope
wherever it lies.
Hiding behind masks
our face in disguise.

Behind doors we cower
like an animal ashamed.
We seek for our honor &
pride once proclaimed.

We dance with the devils
and angels that grieve.
We fight for our lives
yet they never achieve.

Grab a hold of your hopes
and latch on to your dreams.
For our futures are clouded
they've killed our esteems.

Rise up through the ashes
stand up to be flamed
Let no warrior stand alone
dragons can't be tamed.

As I hold out my hand
grip yours skin in mine.
We'll stand for our cause
as our souls intertwine.

Nary a soul will block
our destined demands.
We fight for our demise as
the Fates hold our strands.

Tempered as the steel
as this anvil sings.
The touch of her flesh
on wings it dost sting.

Hold on to your visions
and goals that run deep.
Our families that mourn
as they share in our grief.