Fists Vol. I

I fight to myself
Raising the fists
To who?

To any human who crossed this mind
Brought up slightler blisses
Didn't spoke my tongue
And just left to the future
Never saying goodbye in the day
Of course, in the night
In the attempt to crypt their silence
I silenced my own
To one day
I may ask
Where's the ribbon on my head?
What is this shackle crossing the hand?
Who took off again to step on graves?
When did life decided to stay gray as the mind?

Will you stay after all these storms?

Let us cross
One next to the other
And just grow as should we
I give you my fists
To You to hold them
And make them soft
And put a hand on another hand
Cross the amounts of multitudes
And yet, be patient to love