CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF

CLEAVING TO MY BELIEF Standing sure too firm Will not fidget too dwarf I'll get rooted and strong To my belief and my vault Weights little by great held me They wanted me to be drawn aback Held on to shin, my heel and back Wanted a nightmare of me so bad I looked, behold many hands Beckoning to come, lost guard In time when red spoke to blue Yet never wanted a ride to bloom I spoke to myself the only Lang The Lang a quo, quo du speak To cleave to my belief, don't let go Till all forces are surrendered; subdued An inch to move was a heft to stay The grip greater than van der waal Forces so stronger to renounce on call Bones clefting flesh, blood fuming tide Leave me be to myself Wait for me at the valley Where you thought I'd be Till eternity surprises you Glossing around a beam of light I saw but only a trace of hope Calling me to stay focused and move on Against all odds to the land flowing in milk Jeopardized on a cornered bed To see if the time is still clicking Walking rise to the sunrise tickling To see if the wheel of time is gleaming As the sojourn on the land of mass Poured a weight in tons to blood of flesh To make it hot, rushing like ocean tide To make end-meet at the cost of vanity