FeelWithout a doubt
I am lost. I strive to soar, I strive to stay alive. I look to the sky To smile. I look towards the grass For hope. I look for myself For clarity. I look towards him For peace. Keep the peace And change the world. Disturb and disrupt. I look to the snow To feel. Without a doubt I am found. |
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My rendition of 'To this Day' by Shane KoyczanTo this day monsters exist.
I'm not talking about the monsters that surround us, As a good friend once discussed, But rather the monster inside us, That fills our brain with disgust. Liars and non-believers, the you'll-never-be-able-to-achieve-ers, Screaming and pleading for you to just, Quit. To just, Give up. And yes, sometimes they won, And two, as much as you and you and you want to believe Nah, it won't be us, There are still some who just Never got up. You shake them and They just never got up. So you can go and run And shout to Shake the dust, but If you don't believe, Then it's all for naught. And the monster inside Grasping your bones Will not give up. And so you can't. You have to fight And believe in the words you speak. To this day I still fight With the hope of A more beautiful tomorrow. And you will too. |
My rendition of 'Shake the Dust' by Anis MojganiThis is for the wanderers.
This is for the cold fells. This is for the moms and dads and the kids who make their lives hell. This is for that lukewarm coffee and those people who have to drink it and For the higher class with a deadline and those who walk the line and feel dead. Shake the dust. This is for the pencils without erasers And for the felons who cannot carry on. This is for the women that hate makeup And the men who cannot catch a ball. This is for the writers who hit a wall And the parents you simply cannot call anymore. Shake the dust. This is for the Mondays that will never be Fridays and for the Fridays that are sick of themselves. This is for the toy that sits up on a shelf And for the kid that doesn't know how to play anymore and for the believers who will not, cannot stop playing. For the late workers, feet tappers, thrift shoppers, knee slappers, those going out of their own mind and for whomever doesn't have a mind to leave behind. This is for the wayward moviemakers and the song-singers and the novel-writers and Whomever else was told they cannot do what they are. This is for you and I beg you. Shake the dust. |