by Mitchell Beanland

Created on: May 07, 2009

The days were colder through the eyes of defeated men.

Vision bleak in the face of the greatest depression.
This hopeless view, I thought would ruin me.

But I never looked down!

If I'd only seen it like this in the grayest of yesterdays.
Desires dictated action.
Echoes of a unity lost between far off aspirations and a harsh reality.
WE NEED SOMETHING MORE!

And our hearts did soar, at the clearing of this new path.
The path to conviction.
With my heart deciding its road, I see my dreams results.
My feet had always struggled to find solid ground, I've always fallen so hard.

This time I rose a better man. No more walking in the trenches made by repeated mistakes.
A rut so deep could have become my grave, before I found another way.
The faces were familiar then, I related to the defeated and direction less.

Swept astray in the current of these failed lessons.
Wondering why they got lost, so far from where they dreamed they'd be.
Taken in a current downstream.
While they figured what their lives mean.
With the flow they all went, over the edge of the world!

We remained strong, walking upstream.
This is what sets us apart.
Our word is our bond.
Our convictions we hold closest to our hearts!

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