He trudges through the darkness of everyday,
And forces his way through the murkiness
Because he is stuck between Heaven and Hell-
That's where his past has left him.
He watches an angel above,
He see her wings spread wide,
But she carries a warrior's sword.
Flaming beauty and vengeful coldness.
His broken heart held in place by stubborness,
And fused by the flame of passion in his soul.
He knows that he'll never make it to Heaven,
But does know that the inner fire that guides him
Is fueled by the Hell that he has been through.
His vengeful coldness-
Hidden in his own flaming beauty.
No one can see the pain, and no one cares,
All they see is a man struggling to stand tall,
A man seeking to be accepted for what he is-
Not perfect, but he can speak the perfect words
He writes with his soul every day,
And still no one takes the time to know him.
They see his gentle face and hear his kind words,
But they know not the tortured soul
That hides behind the green eyes.
The soul that longs to be held
The soul that seeks companionship-
His soul-
It has fought Hell's fury and won,
And it just looking for Heaven's touch.
Robert J Nye (2007)
