Me, My Home, and My Promise
I was born with a heart
Before it fell apart
So I’ll tell of glory
For THIS is My Story,
I was born where it snows
The cold cooled my temper
We moved to an island
That knew no December
The clearwater memories
And cliff faced dreams
Remind a young boy
Life is never as it seems
He still flies through the sand
Though he's ten years older
Because his heart
Never got much colder,
It's bolder,
It's cowboy country
And long walks at night
He wears weird clothes
But never brings a fright
He made music for years
Before discovering a pen
His thoughts leaked out his fingers
His passion started again
He grins to bring smiles
And laughs to bring joy
He's only really sad
When he remembers he's not a boy
He's scared of the future
But terrified of the past
He tries to make new memories
But doesn't know if they will last,
There he stands
The boy with the war-torn-smile
His pen hesitates
This hasn't happened in a while
He remembers his name
It's hiding in mystery
He’s tried to stop it
But it's become his history
He moves from his family
And loses his friends
He remembers when he thought
He'd have them till the end
He builds new memories
From the ashes of his past
He swallows his pride
And hopes that these will last
He can't help but look
For inspiration on a page
Paint a mountain with words
Free his heart from the cage
The cage he made
He confines what's essential
The thing he works so hard to keep
This is his potential,
He’s inches from death
But moments from life
A poem from pain
A syllable from strife
I know I'll grow old
I’ll drink from that cup
But I SWEAR to this world
I will NEVER grow up.