As people we rise and fall, we rise and fall.

"At what point do we do better"?

I refuse to be bound and tied by my hands and feet and tucked away for playtime later by the enemies within me.

I wont allow dirt in my face, and mud in my eyes because if I am blind how can I see?

I said no, get away from me, you need to leave. 

I swear before me by the power invested in me that I am the Lord's son, and I will conquer you, I will destroy you, we will ambush you from all sides, all angles, all minds, we are Kings and Kings rule, their souls not easily broken at all.

This is the instant message I repeat as I am bound, and tied by the feet with dirt in my face and mud in my eyes for I am blind and cannot see.

"At what point do we do better".

We have to flee from weakness, completely wipe it away. Open your eyes and painful measures are ok. Press your hands together, be stern in your heart, except the blessings that is been in place from the start. Grab your weapons, one book is fine, grab your wood here use my cross this time. Now rise and yes you will fall but rise again and each time stand tall. Were a village, a family, a bond. Even though the pain measures deep, we have to keep going.

We have a map but no guide to follow. We have a guide with a map to swallow. A hollow mind awaits sorrow.

"At what point do we do better"?

We've been dragged and driven into the pavement, walked on by persuasive innovators, slapped and choked and burned and scorned so that we can never be able. We have been broken and thrown away, picked over everyday, buried alive raping us from grace. They make dreams turn gray, visions blur, and ideas fade. 

The enemy is winning in a world where suicide and terrorist are trending.

"At what point do we do better"?

We have to flee from weakness, completely wipe it away. Open your eyes and painful measures are ok. Press your hands together, be stern in your heart, except the blessings that is been in place from the start. Grab your weapons, one book is fine. Grab your wood, here use my cross this time. Now rise and yes you will fall but rise again and each time stand tall. Were a village, a family, a bond. Even though the pain measures deep, we have to keep going.

As man we rise but we do not have to fall, we can stumble with both feet on the ground. Stop laying down when the wind blows, or you will be bound and tied by the hands and feet with dirt in your face and mud in your eyes. 

Accept your blessings

Stop being blind.