In Dirt & Thorns

By Neelofer

Yes baby, that's how life rolls, in dirt and thorns,

Let the music be theirs and the dance be yours,

Pour in the pain and light on the fire.

Curl up the left-overs, gather the ruins and get back to the top

There ain’t no getting away from the drama,

Time withholds evidence to eternal hopelessness.

Fill in the gaps, buckle up, and get onto the war of love.

The rage running through your body,

The sweet sensation of being dead when alive,

The unsung songs of liberty,

The dust-wrapped poetry,

The un-touched body,

The crippled soul,

The blood-soaked words and the transforming agony,

All of it speaks of your victory, of your journey.

Yeah baby that's how we roll, in dreams and despair,

In faith and in doubts,

Let the moon be yours and the light be theirs,

Mask on the evil, dress-down the shield

Pour in the pain, light on the fire.

By Neelofer