Call from your deep below
Let it fall away
Strike the truest blow
I never dipped a toe
They knew to enter the fray
Call from your deep below
The mountainous walk is ever slow
It follows with the morning grey
Strike the truest blow
Say the words and break room to grow
Let not your spirit’s breeze sway
Call from your deep below
Now, we find, the sweetest lake to row
Its rise and fall sings with the day
Call from your deep below
Strike the truest blow
Would I had been, the man I wanted to be
Then I could say, simply, call me a friend
But life is filled with sin, life disallows the happy
It should have filled the soul, this drive to find and see
The way of others, the ease in which they blend
But they can’t see the man I wanted to be
I could try to change my heart, fill it with forms of glee
Pretend and play, immerse and trend
But that isn’t me, never feeling that free
If it’s for the good, I would be a tree
To stand and stay, to never bend
But my roots stay close, there’s no buzzing of any bees
I’m made of no wood, I have nowhere to flee
All through the day, I fear to transcend-
Fear they’ll arrive, to turn my key
So I raise up my hood, I make my agrees
I act as do they, fake and expend
Would I had been, the man I wanted to be
Maybe, then, I’d fit with society
I have a question, though from my breath it falls
It dances across the tongue, seeking simple thoughts
My voice it holds, then it blows, creating little squalls
The thought fills and flows, ’til mind no longer recalls
It lasts long within the lung, words beginning to clot
Air finally let’s go, just before the darkest walls
In my throes, the question returns, and stalls
It won’t be sung, refuses to be caught
I bow down low, taking a knee at the pitfalls
Speaking slow, I spread my hands and crawl
Feeling strung, I know not what I sought
The fated blow, refusal grabs my soul and hauls
Pain to my toes, wretchedness calls
To the crowd I’m flung, all this time for naught
The stairs glow, taking me to other halls
I will grow, throw myself off more waterfalls
