Taking leaps and strides to push forward.
Boundaries and wall are keeping all out.
Stuck in a hellish misery brought on only your own ward.
Left alone only to pout.

Tomorrow the day will grow a new flower in the field.
The fruits of all struggles to bee seen.
Break down the pain filled home to be healed.
Hope that the hammer is filled with vision of keen.

I wish for all the instruments to play a cord.
Run to the ledge and scream with the loudest shout.
To take up arms against what you have made a horde.
Even if you are the simplest lout.

Even if I get stabbed, I will not be keeled.
I will stand tall and not waver or lean.
It is time I let myself be unsealed.
Maybe I'll become that what I once was: Pristine.

Allow me one reach, one jump, one hope and one leap of faith.
If I allow myself to fester anymore I'll surely become a wraith.