I pick myself up again.
As my brethren who fought under the Cross of Lorraine.
Thanking the great creator for the energy and purpose.
I write now this a part of my corpus.
Explaining in words how my soul aches
Knowing my life has lacked that kind of quality control
I think of all the times I have needed you
Realizing each time defeat I must cede to
I tire of these long battles alone with no support
Watching our foundation stone crack and split
I can only ponder how much longer it can give
Where has the love wandered, Why can’t it be stronger
At last I cannot depend on anyone but myself
I look in the mirror and comprehend all that I see
I’ve held you to, too high a standard
Not even your love can energize you to amend
I stand here today, bruised, beaten, an ego defeated
I walk from here today, a man, sufficient prepared
Prepared to do what I must for those my heart is entrusted
You won’t, you can’t
I shall, somehow.
Win this war one inch by sweat, tear, and blood filled inch
For those who depend on us,
Out weight any penalty my soul has to pay
-Static MagickStatic Magick
aka Soulbound Heart