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When from my eyes flow bitter tears,

And when my heart grows full of fears,

You alone ask if I am ok,

And tell me that you want me to stay.

I thank you now for all your words,

That let me soar, just like the birds.

Though soon, again, I fall to the ground,

And know that I shall never be forever unbound.

My wings were cut, torn and cast away.
Left for dead was I, wounded by the fray.
My only sin, to be a lone Drake.
I had no kin to call my own, to watch my back as I flew.
If only I had known the trials, if I only knew.

If only I had given in, to my stubborn ideals.
I would not be there then, bleeding as my wounds did heal.
A Dragon without its brethren is no more than a wounded bird.
Words I cared not to believe, tales I thought were absurd.

Shackled to the post of death, waiting for my soul to be laid to rest.
I gazed up to the sunlit sky and noticed something shine bright.
Almost as if it was an angel, to cast away the long night.
In truth it was not an angel, but more of a second chance.
Another of my kind had heard my cries, not giving my situation a second glance.
Stripped down from those shackles, I dropped limp out of the sky.
The other of my kind darted down, fire of passion burning within those eyes.

“Fear not brother, I shall free you and carry you home.” Were the words spoken.
“You were lost and now rescued. Let us heal that which is broken.”

So for days I flew with this fellow Dragon, resting along its back.
Thinking about my days alone, and why I never turned back.
I was foolish; thinking all I needed was my inner and outer strength.
As cliché as it sounds now, others were needed to end the strife.

That Dragon which called me brother, turned out to be a sister.
She took me to her kin, which accepted me under their wings.
I fly now with them as family, taking on together, whatever this world brings.

We are Dragons, ruler of the skies.  Hear our cries out to this world,

And know we watch down from above.  

We live together within our kin, and shall never be apart.  

Unity is our power, and it is never ending.  

Together we fly as one wing in the sky, a bond unbroken.

I am bound again, just as they said I was
It's clear and beautiful blue hue becomes forever cloudy
A bird's chirps become distorted by the rain and thunder's cries

I walk alone the path of the river
Alone accompanied by my footprints only
Till the crow comes to bring yet another question
This I can't ignore, for the world will shiver

And the steam shall arise from my next decision
and the never's and forever's again will pour the air
I hope to hold on to whatever is left
The sun can tell another day, to become my true vision

Bound by the cities

Bound by another one's pity's

Expect a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

And I'll take you as walking money

I see you as a pretty big funny

We and I, all have found our place

And you my dear, have barely found a face

Bound to me, and to my briefcase

I'll lend you a smile, but you're a secret disgrace

Find the comfort in another's eyes

But in reality, another girl will have them hooked on their clever disguise

Find a place to be

Or expect not want to be seen

Stuck in a rut

With no qualities, not knowing what

Who are you and what are you in this city?

Gone and withdrawn, alone and all shitty?

Expect a place to see

Or expect us to be mean

For you are bound

What goes around, comes around

You are stuck here, forever with me

With no voice, or founding plea

For you are bound

My slave, to paint my sacred ground

I was trapped in the confines of love's chains, hurt so much but at the same time every moment seemed worth it. The epitome to my end, sacrificing my free will at the hand of loves merciless grip. When I was let go it was similar to relieving my body of the most addicting drug, sitting and rocking, crying like a newborn child. As I grew out of the depression I began to realize how the suffering made me stronger in the harshest ways, although I would not take back a second of it. I felt like a new man, everything around me started moving in slow motion, the act of appreciating every second had seeped into my very core. Was it gods work, or was it just destiny doing its job? I'm eternally grateful of who I am and what's to come. The devil has spited me while heavens angels helped me to my feet. Alas' my future has brightened for the best.

I have lived for you,

For so long now

That I need you

To tell me to get gone

I hate the chains

And defy the master

Waiting for another storm

Time to avert disaster

All I want

Is to be set free

But you wont let go

And let me be

I love you

Forever I always will

But I can be bound

No more, by your will

~Chrystal

Written on

July 1, 2005