World

Here's something written by a friend of mine.
Figured I would share it.

When the world stops tumbling,
Its me and now...
I fight for the sun,
the scars and burns don't mean a thing.

Take a little time,
some time to feel yourself bleed,
and tell me little lies...to live on when I'm older.
And read between the lines,
I'll tell you when its over...

No need to cry out,
just to hear the world sing...
I never stood a chance
till I stood against the flood of life.

And the world yields to my footsteps.
The constant unshifting footprints,
write my story in the sand...
The story of the adventurers, the story of love, the story of the saints...
for which we defy, for all approval, to fear our removal from the safety of one.