Garathe Den
The Library
I could be quiet
And never write a story
Let them collect in my mind
Like a secret library
A labyrinth encased
To an endless inquiry
Where one shadow roams
With the Spirit of Glory
But what fun would that be
To be in peace and in solace
Knowing the world still collapses
By embracing false promise
Knowing they never heard words
That were preached, being honest
While in my mind there's a torrent
Always churning in conquest
Life is so much better
In a mind that imagines
Of the endless possibilities
Full of love and compassion
Now reigned into terrors
Full of anthems and famines
Where war is a constant
Bombardment of cannons
Outside of condition
Outside of control
Not afraid to step out of
The only box you have known
Not afraid to make life
Rather then accepting a role
Indoctrination abandoned
For the thrills of the soul
I've held onto these writing
Held onto these thoughts
Always doubting the audience
And accepting the loss
And the time that has past
Makes me wonder the cost
I've been hiding so long
That I feel the exhaust
Now it's time I repent
For the terror I've felt
I know that I am to blame
For the hand that I've dealt
Censored my writings
Censored myself
Speaking my heart
To all of these empty shelves
Beating alone
All covered in dust
Longing to share
What I didn't trust
Caught in despair
Caught in disgust
Tongue clenched in silence
From speaking what's just
There's no time like the present
And what can I say
Life is as long
As the brief of the day
May never find comfort
May never get praise
But at least I took steps
Where I once held delay
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