Glory

I got inspired by my moms life at first, then I just started talking about swords of glory, and kinda continued with where I started, from my perspective.

I scream and my chest feels like it’s exploding,

when everything is destroyed, end of story.

I cry as I walk down the empty isle,

and don’t find my true once upon a time, happy story,

now it’s like I’m a villain, and everything that’s rainy is stormy.

Days of the future show no true swords of glory,

but they deepen, as I find the final pages of my book,

my true once upon a time happy story.

If I’m reading this to you,
then please don’t ignore me.

If you’d please respond, then that would restore things to their former glory,

perhaps one that’s far less storming.

But waiting till dawn can be so boring,

I would say it’s peaceful waiting, but all I hear is this constant pouring,

but this is all apart of life, it’s just adventuring and exploring.

To find a destination that’s put before me, I can’t ignore the sword that destroyed things,

triumph will be waiting, set the sails, I’ll be soaring,

endless tears of victory, will be shining, I’ll show that sword, true swords of glory!

Good luck trying to ignore me. I know the truth behind the storms, the fear that can’t destroy me,

The fear can’t hurt me, but it’s always cutting my mind, so it’s like I must always bleed,

One day I’ll be set loose, I’ll escape, or I’ll be freed.

I can feel the fresh air, the escape I can almost taste, and see, is that salt water from the ocean I tasted, I’m free!

If I’m going to get anywhere, I’ll need the help, of the glorious queen!

With my sword, it’s not just two of us, but it will be three!