My Epic
by Han M Greenbarg
Writing may not be a permanent cure
Or a flawless way to win
But writing helps me
Helps us all to live
We can scream or cry to the sky
Broken hearts and on our knees
But put it on paper and let it through
Everyone will hear and see
We are the same
Writing our hearts is not wrong
We do not do enough
To show that we care
Who we are
Why we fight for life
Angry for being played or abandoned
Remain loyal
Be your own hero
Live the life you were given
No matter what terrorizes
No matter what plagues
Cry at your computer
Or just stand in the rain
Let it fall away
Love is bitter
Always hard
Write your dreams out
Fly in your mind
Smile for yourself
Dancing in the rain
Stand alone
Never let someone tell you no
Never be stopped from being you
If people have a problem with individuals
They are afraid themselves
To just dance and sing
All that makes us euphoric
Just an illusion
A fantasy medicine
You have it in you to live
You are your own friend
Fight for what you know
And understand
Breathe your own oxygen
Run your own race
If no one stays by your side
Take the lead
Take the high road
And own
