inside your fist

deadnote

finding the safety of your hands
flying above the war torn land
the net so strong we trust to play
and prayers to never be afraid

the world doesnt cry the way you do
and the tears i surrender a mirror of you
now i can see god within your eyes
and i can feel wisdom beginning to find

the way home
without tears
the way home
eternally

sometimes i can feel the need to be strong
and other times i feel im terribly wrong
but when i feel home im inside your fist
inside your heart is where i live

Holey Ghost

very nice deadnote! moving images, got me thinking wondering, about whether my hand is sometime a fist or just a helping hand that understands, I hope it's the latter

deadnote

im like a bird that flies to heaven when the hand opens itself to a new poem or something