I Will Overcome
Sunday, January 26, 2005
Just ignore this empty shell you see,
I’m not myself, I’m just a wasted dream.
I hate feeling like there’s no way out
There’s no where to go when I look about.
I’ve lost control, emotions raging high,
I struggled so hard, this I cannot deny,
To gain control of the broken me,
And bottle emotions like a raging sea.
Succeed I did for control was mine.
I bottled them all up deep inside,
And from my mind my cares did flee
Whenever they tried to torment me.
But all at once the bindings broke.
My emotions soon did take control,
And now I’m lost within their midst
No light now shines through these mists.
For so long I searched for the way out
Of the raging sea, and the rolling winds.
Damned emotions that surrounded me
I just wanted it all to end.
So conquer I did, these raging winds, and
The sea of emotions that controlled me.
And by the time I was out and free,
I was amazed at the sight that awaited me.
A drop of water in a tiny vial
That’s all my tempest was.
A vile so small my hand enclosed it,
And upon my face, a tiny smile.
Freedom was mine, the day was bright.
Life consumed me, no longer broken inside.
The warmth of the sun upon my face
Told of bright new days for me to face.
But now that vial, held tight in my hand
Has slipped through my grasp, and fallen to the land.
Shattered glass upon the earth
The sun is gone the storm re-birthed.
Consumed am I once again
The raging seas and the rolling winds.
I look about and see the night
No more warmth, now I must fight.
Now once again I stand alone
In the midst of the tempest, now my home.
Bound by emotions, no light can be found
Nothing but the cold, black night is all around.
My companion from so long ago,
Has found me and taken me home.
I never wanted to be found
By the torment to which I am bound.
Now I stand broken and alone
No path to see, no refuge my own.
I look to the skies, and my soul cries out
The torment inside echoes in the night.
I know I must fight, I must get out!
I cannot stay here to crumble and pout
The way out was found before,
Surely I can find it once more!
Where to look? Where to turn?
Never must I stop my search!
Outside my storm, my weakness strong
I know there’s a place where I belong
People do care, they do love me!
I must fight to be set free,
And return to the land outside my storm
Where my soul can never more be torn
But for now I am here, and I stand alone.
No hand to grasp, no peace my own.
The torment is tearing me up inside.
I want to lay down, to crumble and die.
But I know I can’t, I must stay strong!
There is an end to this night so long.
Outside these walls there is a place
Where I can find a friendly face.
As my body so weak, crumbles to the ground
I look to the skies and I make my vow:
I will never stop, never give up!
I will fight my way out, I will climb my way up!
I will find the place, I will reach the day
Where the night nor more shall be the way!
I know there is something better for me,
So look out storm, and raging sea.
By: Rachel M. F.
