My bleeds
In my smiling face is a tattered being
Inside my strength is a broken-self
Inside that golden pen a million burns abode
My bleeds are the unspoken songs in thunderous silence
The world is a bushy-desert; I’m lost
My life is flooded with mysterious unfolding
O’ I’m the seat to trending failures
Thus, my faith is failing inside every second
I’m a song sang by hearts and lips
Have you seen the true face in my mask
I’m a beauteous garden yet with dead flowers
Tell the world I’m crawling; my strength is dying
Each day is a poison to my aspirations
When will these bleeds lay with elixir
What second will the decades of tribulations be slaughtered
Tell me, why I’m the man I am tomorrow?
I’ve been married to optimism before sunrise
Though, I bleed yet I won’t halt aspiring tomorrow,
You will see greatness bowing before me
In weakness I found God as my light
by John King