This hand in fist
With arm and anger
Struck down upon the face of danger
And took a piece of life with love,
Let it soar, like a freedom’s dove.
And as it soared, this freedom did
Kiss the face of every kid
Who ever longed to live for life
And watch the day escape the night.
But this cruel world with its rules and laws,
Its petty judgments and emotional flaws,
Looked down upon these spirits of freedom
And locked them in a hellish kingdom,
Where all they loved and all they lived for
Was no more.
So what to do but make a hand into a fist
And throw the arm and twist the wrist
And break the nose on the face of fate?
And for their crimes,
They were locked away,
Alone with an occasional sunbeam,
A brief glimpse of day.
Wisdom is no friend of irresponsibility
Just as action may require ability
But time moves on and so did they
Into the world of everyday.
And though they smile and though they grow,
Their closest friends do rightly know
That these kids wait in the land of the living
For the world to ask to be forgiven.