What we long for is not the simple matter of morality
Within these lines of fury, hope is convinced
Caged enraged linked haggled, handled,
To find each other, inside of the home
Caged enraged linked haggled, handled,
To find each other, inside of the home
That needs a distribution of a title.
What we long for is patient
A flicker of light at the sight of the clock
Given its name,
Given its name,
He planted his feet, inhaled oxygen
At the very sight of living.
At the peak of going through hell
Failure has seen the worst in us but those eyes remain wise
What we long for is not fair, however complex, at the very root of its beginning
It’s true to say I hate fighting
It’s true to say I hate fighting
But I will fight for those I love.
Security twines into place
A father watched his daughter fight
For her life as the knife wound
Ended her composure, murdering her rights,
Victory never bled this much.
What we long for is what percentage of compassion we still have to be nestled
What we long for is what percentage of compassion we still have to be nestled
And hate to get us through the night,
What we long for is nothing short of superior
What we long for is nothing short of superior
Nor fearless of the man
But it’s always kind.
But it’s always kind.
I read this over a couple of times, Ashley. It's very thought-provoking. I hope one day we'll live in a world with less fight and more kindness.
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