beliefs at arms

Benjamin - Wareham, Massachusetts
Entered on March 11, 2008
Age Group: 18 - 30

This, I believe,

In a realm where I refuse to grieve,

Such gift and yet a curse.

The bond that’s needed to nurse.

Two streams will merge to form a mighty river.

I would not stop or result to quiver,

To stand up and protect

Those of and not of my sect.

The opportunity if given I won’t hesitate to take.

Something to kill for,

Something to die for,

Something to work and cry for,

Stronger than steel and yet so fragile,

Makes you roar and makes you smile.

But rivers run dry soon,

And all things will die soon.

Without the water for the next generation,

The forest will burn for a new corporation.

Will we last or will we go?

Knowing that I will never know.

Brothers in arms,

Brothers at arms,

I see it,

I don’t believe, how

Could I let go?

While I stay behind and say

Forget me, and remember

Remember them.

Something to kill for,

Something to die for,

Something to work and cry for.

Instinct it is.

It must be, because

This I believe: is that this I believe

Is against all that I believed in.

I said nothing would change my mind,

To give this up,

For the faces I know and the faces I don’t.

I’d roll the dice,

And feel the wind in my hair

For one last time.

This I believe: is that this I believe

Is against all that I believed in,

I couldn’t change my mind, even if I want to.

Face down and the dirt.

Like I used to be,

But once again

I’ll pick myself up,

And look to the sky

Where the wind and the memories are.

Something to try to,

Something to muster up,

Something to do,

And something to say.

I don’t like what I believe,

But this is…

This is what I believe.

Rivers will join up,

Tribulations and Tributaries,

Come together and grow and dig a canyon

To remind us and the children,

Who never knew.

Something to kill for,

Something to die for,

Something to work and cry for.

A reason to save them,

A reason to give in,

A reason fight, to fight and win.

This I believe;

An unreasonable reason

To put others safely behind,

To stay on you guard.

Not for glory or to be martyred,

But because it’s right,

Because you need to.

In your blood,

Something that was always there,

Something to kill for

Something to die for

Something to work and cry for.

To put others safely behind.

Follow your way

Of life,

Of reason,

Of figuring out who or what you really are.