we are historyA Poem by MehA poem about how you should never forget where you came from and to reach for the sky, no matter what obsacles you face on your journey of life. Hopeful. ;)her eyes sparkle in the snow the bird that flew over landed and hit the road
but nobody knows why she cried
because the next day, she died
and he looked straight into her eyes and lied
heaven knows why he decided to fall by her side
nothing’s as real as it seems
in this world full of deceiving dreams
of things past and things long held in the palm of your hand
and in the end, no one wants to take the final stand.
and as I write blatant poetry in this dark room,
all I seem to feel is the weaving of the destiny loom.
we are monsters; we never forgive.
we move on, but we never really live.
memories hurt and words linger
as everyone blames each other by pointing fingers.
a heinous and arduous task is laid before us
as a gift from God that we unappreciatively throw in the dust.
you, with heinous hate,
you, just a tad too late.
our history, our victory, our loss,
our home, our heart, our cost.
go into the moment and take my hand.
come with me, let’s explore this new land.
remember how her eyes sparkled in the snow,
recall how that bird flew and hit the road.
don’t forget the times you cried;
remember your history, remembered the ones who have died.
nothing’s as real as it seems
in this world full of deceiving dreams.
so take heart, take hope, and believe
walk up to the steps and achieve
nothing is better than before,
when we move on, we rise from the floor.
get up, stand up; I know you
find the proof; pursue what’s true
we are made different and in that way, we are made anew
we are history, we are you.
© 2009 MehAuthor's Note
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