Screams to the Heavens

 Screams to the Heavens

Sometimes our dreams are all we have to hold onto.
When they turn to ashes — what do you do?
Do you scream to the heavens,
or do you cry far below?
Do you wallow in self-pity,
or do you scream to the heavens?

I look at the people in my life
and sometimes I think I’ve lost faith in them.
I scream to the heavens,
I shake with anger and quiver with a tear,
because I wonder —
have they lost faith in me?
Have they forsaken me,
or is it all just in my imagination?

I scream to the heavens.
I know there are times
I have not done right by these people —
for that, I am sorry.
I scream to the heavens.

My life has not been an easy journey;
it is one man’s look at his inner self,
screaming to the heavens
only to fall back to earth in flames.
But that’s what builds a man’s character —
it’s not whether he falls,
but if he gets up,
and once again screams to the heavens.

I always get up.
I will always fight.
I will always scream to the heavens.