Your Poetry Dot Com - Redemption

Array ( [sid] => 21372 [catid] => 1 [aid] => Mick [title] => Redemption [time] => 2003-08-02 10:25:00 [hometext] => I moved to escape my hometown and some of the people there, and when I moved back I had a whole other perspective. [bodytext] => Thrust by truth, blinded by greed
Cold waters won't wash the blood that I bleed
Taken by victims, enabler of crimes
Against innocents, against my own mind

Carried by rivers forged out of tears
The swords of the mighty who turn deaf ears
I gave of my soul, sanctity and grace
To become one with the industrial rat race

Guaranteed salvation, I turned from my thoughts
Lead myself with colors, that were grayed by their costs
Unknown to the very ones who spoke of my needs
They remained blinded, I remained grieved

And so lost a soul on the path to enlightenment
I carried the cross of personal indictment
Once felled by greater powers than me
I wondered why my life was buried in screams

The home I had run from, the home of my heart
Called from the highlands of passion and art
And so with a soul and mind free from exemption
I cast the runes, and find my Redemption.

Š 2003 Chrystine Stylle [comments] => 2 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 21 [informant] => stylle [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems ) Your Poetry Dot Com - Redemption

Redemption
Date: Saturday, 2nd August 2003 @ 10:25:00 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: stylle

Thrust by truth, blinded by greed
Cold waters won't wash the blood that I bleed
Taken by victims, enabler of crimes
Against innocents, against my own mind

Carried by rivers forged out of tears
The swords of the mighty who turn deaf ears
I gave of my soul, sanctity and grace
To become one with the industrial rat race

Guaranteed salvation, I turned from my thoughts
Lead myself with colors, that were grayed by their costs
Unknown to the very ones who spoke of my needs
They remained blinded, I remained grieved

And so lost a soul on the path to enlightenment
I carried the cross of personal indictment
Once felled by greater powers than me
I wondered why my life was buried in screams

The home I had run from, the home of my heart
Called from the highlands of passion and art
And so with a soul and mind free from exemption
I cast the runes, and find my Redemption.

Š 2003 Chrystine Stylle

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