granite brook
İ am afraid I’ll be tugging on a rope,
İm too weak to grasp, am I out of hope?
Im afraid it will leave my hands all red,
And maybe many words unsaid.
Maybe I bit off more than I could chew,
Or maybe in the past competition was few.
İ am one of the warriors who made it to war,
Though I am at the front line,
Before me is the same yet I will soar,
Through men and the birds are my sign,
they say I’m swift but did I protect my core?
İs my heart secure enough to be,
Amongst men who may top my haste?
Do I have the focus to see,
Every spear that is thrown in every state?
Am I worthy of my title,
And worthy enough to stay?
maybe I will tie all,
My honor and faith to a tree and burn away.
Or will my faith force me to fall,
Back to the world causing me to stay?
İ look up once again to the sky,
It holds the weight of fate,
The birds show me I have to take,
My burdens and catch the sky.