Ashes in the dust
Love rapes trust
Inner struggle, inner war
Taking less while wanting more
of the very thing we sought
What we speak is what we create
Do we cooperate or do we compete
If we align and intersect
How soon until we reject
the very thing we sought
My voice vibes out into the waves
Telling a story about my days as a slave
To a bottle filled with guilt and shame
Inebriated and numb, dry and void of rain
..the very thing I sought
Inside the answers lie down deep
We shovel the shit on top of our joy... fast asleep
The joy bursting forth some how, some way
And you find yourself with a choice one day
To allow the very thing you sought
The spoils of my war is joy today
In your struggle you will find your way
The days deep become your best friends
Because you realize so deeply when the pain ends
Inside.... you always owned that very thing you sought
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