"We can, we will, change the world with love."
It's all you need...Right? A ballad that could wake up the revolutions and bring it all back home.
But when Love gets bored and finds a lesser, yet more entertaining cause, and eternity and all it holds is put back on the shelf. Anger is more then apathy, and it sticks around longer then this love.
Anger at the hospitals, doctors, needles, pills and blood that can't save broken hearts. They fix the physical, sometimes the mental, but leave the souls for dead.
The false alarms and falser hopes that lead the Hurting to believe in something, but to be ultimately found with no room in their lungs for anything other then keeping their breath.
At those who see the Hoodlums instead of seeing the History Makers and the Generation Shakers. Those who would stand on the edge of the Earth and sing, but who are tied to the ground with "Not going to happen"s.
Angry at how the sky is blue when their day is gray
For the girl who cries in the bathroom because as soon as she walks out the door her performance takes up again. All the world's a stage, but the universe is her cinema screen. She knows she's been given the responsibility to play her Happy well. A gift given to her by all of those who are dominated more by fear then fury.
Angry at these words, because they are just words! Power lies in action and my words are simple sleep. I am average. Not a graceful person nor a graceful writer. A naive little girl who aspires to change the world, but who is left only with indignation for it.
My anger can't change the color of their sky.
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Keenan, I love your writing style. You're so descriptive. This is eye candy for me while I'm at school. Please keep writing.
These words are actions. God would not have given us language if He didn't think it mattered. This matters. It matters to Him, it matters to me. It matters because you matter, and also because it reaches out, touches other hearts. Our hearts do not want to feel alone.
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