Standard
Response.
Woah,
woah woah, hold on,
Don't
you ever
Come
up for air ?
Something
has angered the Lotus,
For
sure she feels abused.
So
how should one respond, when
All
the ire is coming so hot,
So
aggressively and raw ?
I
feel peace no more,
Just
the slamming of a door.
One
day I had bathed in
The
apparent light of her care,
Quite
rare.
But
now it's almost as if,
Mel
an' I cannot speak,
A
change of the aspects here,
Where
everything is less than fair.
She
spoke her fury blind,
I
responded, in time with only kind,
No
other motive upon my mind.
But
again, and again, and again,
The
hatred flowed and came
And
came.
Had
she not believed I,
Would
be the person I claim ?
A
man, a warrior also by name,
Living
to walk a peaceful road.
Oh
why should I answer,
These
accusations flooding like a cancer
When
only love I'd advance her ?
I
shall not, no not I, not I,
Take
this reason to feud,
Hate
for hate.
Nor
will I return the anger,
With
anything but a sweetness,
The
tenderness of a spiritual warrior,
To
gain an ounce of ground.
She
shall not rob me,
Of
the energy I would give free
Or
any beauty in sharing I see.
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