In this body, The silent weight of desperation In these eyes, Black coals on a fiery night In this face, A token stain of a man deeply scarred But in this heart I may know the light of my being In these hands, I seize treasure, oft beguiled In these arms, I hold restraint for that which I want to be On my head, Rests a crown of tempered thorns But in this heart I may know the light of my being Of pride and glory I balance the serrated road of chance Of bounty immeasurable I celebrate the perception of my spoils Of time and turmoil I swallow the anguish of an aging soul But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of pomp and circumstance I play along like a clown Of dignities grace I stand alone, off to the side Of pride and impudence I've been lost between But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of truth or consequence I've retreated willfully Of lies and candor I've suffered casualties in full Of compassion and vengeance I've tasted the sin of weakness But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of trust and treason I salute the covenants of neither Of freedom never-ending I pledge it only to myself Of god and country I stand out like an island But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of will and destiny I walk narrow streets going nowhere Of friends everlasting I break bread with the still of seclusion Of photographs and memories I reflect on the moment But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of legacies and donations I bequeath to no one Of misdeeds and transgressions I am tempted more than not Of opportunities knocking I take them for granted But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of common courtesy I take pains not to waste it Of common sense Only that it makes sense to me Of common valor I remain a spectator But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of velocity and change I hang on for dear life Of hopes and dreams I wait until they need each other Of Avalon landings I am lost at sea But of this heart I may know the light of my being Of pain and fear I pretend not to notice Of love and hate I have been torched by the fire they breathe Of life and death I stand aside while they chase each other But of this heart I may know the light of my being In this body Seeds of life not watered In these eyes Sterile lights on a barren night In this face Shadows of a man unbroken But in this heart I may know the light of my being In these hands I take stock of all others In these arms I embrace only myself In my mind I have visions of a man for all seasons But in this heart I may know the light of my beingBirth sign: Aries
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