The Calibers of a man

What should I do?

The conditions, superstitions,

My bloody dreams, and my damned situations,

I know you wouldn’t come my lord,

I know that you think this is right,

Don’t you have pity for me o lord, as I have got troubles as a birth right

I try and try and I still try,

To bring it back to normal

But I am broke seems like there is no hope

And I find myself tied to your created rope,

From one side my dreams, from the other my responsibilities,

And the rest is done by you,

Me hanging, getting pushed away from the righteous path towards abyss,

I am like an insect, trying hard to climb the hell’s wall,

But all I do, all in my powers, I just manage to scrape the tall.

Why this situation, this bloody condition…..i have asked you countless times

But all you do is to just sit there enjoying the view from the top.

When the curtains begin to fall finally, and all is sure to lose,

Then you get up, pick us up….and throw us back to the mad zoo,

But I tell you this, don’t rise me up…….and I’ll tell you what hell is.

Like your countless followers, back in the centuries, I will be the harbinger of doom.

So protect yourselves, rise me up, pick me up, outside these walls with the power in my hands,

There is still good in me, I can feel it.

There are possibilities of something greater than great,

Don’t crush them with your foot,

Make me what I wanna become,

And I resolute, on my beloved life,

That the world will be a different place.

So here I am, still begging still pleading…don’t test my patience.

Take the bad, take the evil and bring the good

Cause good is now tired, thrown to the hounds…

He can’t be ended, that’s impossible,

But he can change…..bet that would be drastic.

So o my lord, o great father….help me with all your power,

Put the rule books aside, be a god,

Stop it; stop it unless you want to end it all.

And I’ll show you, I’ll tell you, I’ll prove it……………

The calibers of a man.

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