Truly Free

Xces · 03-29-2013, 06:05 AM

Apprehension in adolescence commonly conflicts
With the catalysts managing passing attentions
We command it addressed .
Like having a hand in imaginative sections
Demands a handle of anti-depressants
Semantics we've stressed compound as lessons pressin'
Teens towards handfuls of adderall to handle their tension
Yet the path of ascension is wet an slick, since.
The focus is on impressions, not where the message is sent
A speck of introspective intellectual wit never dismantles
The inner presence of self, they'd presently dismissed
See, an attempt at interjecting the temptress within
Their nature nurtured to flourish as a sentient sin
Is a battle of leverage against mammoths resist
With two fingers clasped, they ain't giving an inch
Yet a swelling in sense, or a coaxing of higher heights
Can show promise, I'd know, because honestly. I survived.
So when the bottoms the sky in a hole dark as apocalypse shades
Know as long as a hand can reach
An the man stretching to grasp can see a chance at landing on his feet
You can clash against damning defeat an rancorous scenes
Gasp at the breeze an leap for willing hands to catch,
An you can come stand next to me, another man breathing.
In the land of the truly free.

-X

-Thanks to Enigma for showing me this place an coaxing me out of my deep dark novel writing space to pour some more lyrics. Cheers.
I may be around more often who knows ;)

Let me know what you think, just a quick serious toned pen stroke I dropped in about 15 min.

- Fixed formatting for you peoples.

03-29-2013, 06:05 AM	#1
Xces Member Join Date: Mar 2013 Posts: 66 Battle Record: 2-0 Rep Power: 38	Truly Free Apprehension in adolescence commonly conflicts With the catalysts managing passing attentions We command it addressed . Like having a hand in imaginative sections Demands a handle of anti-depressants Semantics we've stressed compound as lessons pressin' Teens towards handfuls of adderall to handle their tension Yet the path of ascension is wet an slick, since. The focus is on impressions, not where the message is sent A speck of introspective intellectual wit never dismantles The inner presence of self, they'd presently dismissed See, an attempt at interjecting the temptress within Their nature nurtured to flourish as a sentient sin Is a battle of leverage against mammoths resist With two fingers clasped, they ain't giving an inch Yet a swelling in sense, or a coaxing of higher heights Can show promise, I'd know, because honestly. I survived. So when the bottoms the sky in a hole dark as apocalypse shades Know as long as a hand can reach An the man stretching to grasp can see a chance at landing on his feet You can clash against damning defeat an rancorous scenes Gasp at the breeze an leap for willing hands to catch, An you can come stand next to me, another man breathing. In the land of the truly free. -X -Thanks to Enigma for showing me this place an coaxing me out of my deep dark novel writing space to pour some more lyrics. Cheers. I may be around more often who knows ;) Let me know what you think, just a quick serious toned pen stroke I dropped in about 15 min. - Fixed formatting for you peoples.