Cold December air, rendered movement
On the outside of window panes
Remembering tender torment
Now condensation alone remains
Shaped by droplets from the rain
From the pain of love
A new life came
The years, escorts to the prestigious ball
Times change the skirts
Smiles range with flirts and tears fall
System schools the young; streets, the old
Some rhymes lift up, with some we haul
Some words drift apart; some notes stall
Before we walk, first we crawl
The cold air took me there
The hot atmosphere raised me here
Now I don’t know where I am
Young man I lived a sham
Scammed my way to money making
Spent my way to none remaining
Refraining, from reaching for a hand
Broken norms, outlaw for fun
Glory of an easy run
This story ends in shame
Detained from the sun
Drained from love
Above below, below above
Mind still gripping on a gun
Faith survives but you deny
To rules you will never comply
You’re cleverer than these mules
Fucking fools; you’re going for the kill
But still, you’re empty every time
You harm a life and hide reality
With a perfect calamity, of lies
This is just parts to the story
The glory we march for, followed by
Controversy, over surviving the storm
From torn, arisen a newly born
Different to the norm
Scorned for breaking clean from prison
Reaching for dreams with a mission
It doesn’t matter who believes him
I am he; now I live with reason
Breathing with His rhythm
Fighting for a freedom
Cometh not by good living, this is not enough
Heaven is lost this way, in dreaming
Found only through His love
C. Enyo
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