7I travel though this wasteland, afoot,
Gazing in awe at the shambles,
Noticing the land that was left to disgrace...
Asking myself what really took place...
The sky cluttered with gray toxic fumes,
And the land sealed with dirt and rubble,
There is nothing left here to base life on...
It only exists for you to sing upon...
So please come into this world,
And cure it from its own pain...
Sing the song only heard in dreams,
And animate this lost domain...
Only you can express your might,
That can end this world's strain...
Introduce your voice to the world,
And animate this lost domain...
I walk through the world I once possessed,
Smashed by hatred and struck by fate,
Wondering why does this have to be...
Wondering why this only happens to me...
Hitting me like a runaway train,
My knees fall to this soiled surface,
My eyes watering as I begin to scream...
Hoping this is just another terrible dream...
But no snap of a finger wakes me,
As I am forced to live within ill,
Where the night sky is not midnight blue...
Where the dark haze is hopeless to see through...
I need you to show true life again,
To this corrupted and vile world,
It's your magic that can make the world see...
Your blessing that can make the world free...
So please come into this world,
And end its grueling pain...
Sing the song only sung by angels,
And animate this lost domain...
Only you can show enough strength,
That can end this world's strain...
Introduce your voice to the world,
And animate this lost domain...
~Lidless Eye
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NOTE: This is a piece I wrote a very long time ago. It was sometime last
year, I know that much. I recently found it, so I decided to make a few
edits with the poem itself and post it up on . I personally like it a
lot.