RevolutionThe valves push and pull the heart awake.Revolution by SwordSaint32
A soft and steady beat that will go unheard.
Groaning legs protest further action.
But the old man wills them on.
Through battered streets that reek of failed revolutions,
Which have long forgotten the rhythms of the soul.
That have turned blind and crashed into disaster,
As the bleeding corpse misunderstands freedom.
Let us go then you and I.
To find a better sun to burn in our skies
Forever unto dawn.
Forever unto peace.