TuLong2Chu
Bluelighter
a fugitive fallen,
fallen from grace.
Grace meant so little,
yet hoardes so much space.
To recieve the freedom from want,
the freedom from fear.
Yet a fugitive still running,
for no freedom is found here.
To realize the impossible,
is the only way.
To realize the eyes,
at least to keep them at bay.
He finds that to wait,
is the greates of key.
For the world is not changing,
instead changing is he.
He can't run for long,
one day he must fight.
A fight against political titans,
America's Olympus he must smite.
The rust of corruption,
has strengthened their steel.
A tight-knit mail of words to shield them,
their sword of lies can't stop this man's feel...
...of the truth in the matter,
although his soul's in tatters,
his feel for what's real will bring him ahead of the latter.
For to cease their jaw bone,
is to engulf the throne.
Although their laws are their maws he may still stop the chatter.
For hope has begun,
and the new day will dawn.
fallen from grace.
Grace meant so little,
yet hoardes so much space.
To recieve the freedom from want,
the freedom from fear.
Yet a fugitive still running,
for no freedom is found here.
To realize the impossible,
is the only way.
To realize the eyes,
at least to keep them at bay.
He finds that to wait,
is the greates of key.
For the world is not changing,
instead changing is he.
He can't run for long,
one day he must fight.
A fight against political titans,
America's Olympus he must smite.
The rust of corruption,
has strengthened their steel.
A tight-knit mail of words to shield them,
their sword of lies can't stop this man's feel...
...of the truth in the matter,
although his soul's in tatters,
his feel for what's real will bring him ahead of the latter.
For to cease their jaw bone,
is to engulf the throne.
Although their laws are their maws he may still stop the chatter.
For hope has begun,
and the new day will dawn.
