by Tanya Stoklosa

Created on: May 21, 2008

Ghost armies of descendants that flow from one blood
They pillage, they rape, they torment, they flood
The minds of the youth that live in the now
And wreak havoc in the lives they are living somehow

Their voices prey on the minds of the few
"Think like I think, do as I do,
Stay stuck in your ways, don't choose for yourself,
Life is what it is, there is nothing else"

"Work like a horse like your fathers before you,
When you're worse for your wear your faith will restore you,
Be submissive and serve so men will adore you"
And then when you do, they learn to abhor you

Whispers to criticize, tease and taunt
Torture the souls of the minds they haunt

Weaving a web of deceit and lies
Making us believe that's who we are
It may be lies we live right now
But the truth behind them is not far

These ghosts wait for night when our dreams we may bury
So they can take them as their own
To realize our power may just be too scary
We settle to leave it alone

Excitement which comes with every new thought
Quickly discouraged with fear and self-doubt
The passion subsides
The fire's put out

But they had it too
Those desires and dreams
And left them for dead
Until they were, it seems

Release haunted minds of past perception
That these ghosts make dead their doubt and fear
Haunt them with our truth of being the exception
To make our lives the dreams while we are here

The past is a grave not somewhere to live
The present is here to taste
Give life to your dreams and to life dreams give
A way to not make life a waste

Be your own mind's guardian!

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