Let There Be A Window

When The Odds Are Against Us
And Even We Are Against Each Other,
When We May Not Understand
Or Can’t Even Stand One Another,
In The Middle Of the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.

When Our Faces Boil With Anger
And We May Not See the Danger
That We May End Up In Just By
Not Letting It Go,
Even Through Holding On to the Wall
That May Separate Us,
Let There Be a Window.
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The Face of Fire

Burying the Calm Within,
Embracing the Furious Heat,
With a Reputation of Anger,
Nowhere Close to Neat,
The Fire Fights Within
To Save His Face.

Wrestling the Reputation
Of The Furious One,
The One Where None Can Seek Comfort,
None Can Seek a Shoulder to Rest,
The Face of Fire Wrapped In Unrest,
Punches the Wind That Surrounds
To Fuel Its Burns As It Twists, It Turns,
And It Churns All That’s Around
With Every Trick That Could Be Found,
To Show the Watery Facet, the Tiny One,
That is Hidden Layers Beneath.
The Face of Fire Cries,
In The Quest of the Place
To Be a Comforter, To Be the Shoulder.
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