The Mercenary’s Dream
Posted on 22. Feb, 2008 by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Survival
I always have this hymn in my head, for reasons I don’t know why. I wrote it years ago and find myself singing it. Only a few hundred variations or so. I wonder about the statements often and the wording, perhaps thinking whether or not the light is me or someone else, the love of a thought or of a passion.
The reason I write my thoughts into my various professional and personal words is to express how I was feeling in regards to a place and time in my life. Many people do not do this, rather they capture themselves in wondrous cages of demeanor and personal perception.
If you understand any of the above statement, you are actually far luckier than most people wandering around the world today. Too many people find themselves locked in a place they chose to be and fail to realize that there is no prison strong enough to hold them.
For lack of a better description- we are all born free.
In my darkest hour
In my fiercest fight
I fall to be devoured
yet hold onto your light
I dream of no tomorrow
of honor and all it’s sorrow
In my fiercest fight
I hold onto your light
It was my darkest hour
Falling to be devoured
I only dream of all the sorrow
the honor of tomorrow
Yet I still can’t see
who I came to be
Until I find who is me
and I still know I’m free
in my fiercest fight
tomorrow defines the light