Golden Pillar
no one to dress up for any more,
no friends left to be defended;
abandoned by the past -
no strength to fight the future.
the world has been destroyed,
and never could I save it;
so many places I'd rather be
that no longer do exist,
save for in memories I treasure
even though they're all imagined.
no one ever came to an agreement
but agreed to keep the conflict;
I'm the lonely golden pillar
in the middle of the war,
being shot at from all sides
for remaining adamantly neutral.
leaning as I fall
in favor of the greater side,
but still so far away
from all the people I have loved.
and that will be the tragic casualty
of obstinately having hope
and never once believing
that this violence came of hate;
but rather from the depths
of hearts that cannot speak,
lips that only utter lies,
and eyes that can deceive.
and fallen, broken, dying,
I turn my gaze up to the sky
and see the ever-fading blue
that the sunshine took for granted,
and freedom I never knew
because I placed the tether 'round my neck
from the moment that I loved;
blind to what I suffered,
always adding to my bonds,
never finding happiness
in hope that others might find their own;
letting my heart get wrenched apart
for the sake of someone else's smile
that never shone on me.
for I have loved and I have lost,
but never did I dream
that I must stand by idly
and watch my friends destroy themselves
for the sake of their own aims
when I would gladly give myself for them,
if it meant they would find peace.
but useless as I've always been,
I listen and do nothing more
than let the unseen tears of mine
trickle down and vainly water
the broken, ugly ground.
no one to dress up for any more,
no friends left to be defended;
abandoned by the past -
no strength to fight the future.
the world has been destroyed,
and never could I save it;
so many places I'd rather be
that no longer do exist,
save for in memories I treasure
even though they're all imagined.
no one ever came to an agreement
but agreed to keep the conflict;
I'm the lonely golden pillar
in the middle of the war,
being shot at from all sides
for remaining adamantly neutral.
leaning as I fall
in favor of the greater side,
but still so far away
from all the people I have loved.
and that will be the tragic casualty
of obstinately having hope
and never once believing
that this violence came of hate;
but rather from the depths
of hearts that cannot speak,
lips that only utter lies,
and eyes that can deceive.
and fallen, broken, dying,
I turn my gaze up to the sky
and see the ever-fading blue
that the sunshine took for granted,
and freedom I never knew
because I placed the tether 'round my neck
from the moment that I loved;
blind to what I suffered,
always adding to my bonds,
never finding happiness
in hope that others might find their own;
letting my heart get wrenched apart
for the sake of someone else's smile
that never shone on me.
for I have loved and I have lost,
but never did I dream
that I must stand by idly
and watch my friends destroy themselves
for the sake of their own aims
when I would gladly give myself for them,
if it meant they would find peace.
but useless as I've always been,
I listen and do nothing more
than let the unseen tears of mine
trickle down and vainly water
the broken, ugly ground.
TMK 9/1/04