No, we are not the same the Lamb and the lion. You can curse me for hanging on, but can't blame me for tryin. I've gotta say it's hard to watch the lightning go from your soul, but I have to thunder on; that's all I am in your shadow. As you break-away I'm losing part of who I've always been. Is it a sickness or a sin to love what's in the dark; bleeding life within. You, you're laying down, giving up the fight, and I could tell you it's wrong, but I'm too weak to give you that news... Brother it's all in what you choose. What am I? What.. am I to.. you? Oh, what am I? What am I to do? You're completely deaf to my cry and plea. "We're Family." When we were young we helped each other fly. Now, today you won't tell me why. Why, you walked away without a blink of an eye. So, the Lamb becomes the Lion, the lightning and thunder... Once I heard your roar, laughed with it. Yeah, it made me sore... Your hunger is no more. Brother, we both loose, why doesn't that make you cry? Tell me this we're family doesn't that make you feel... Anything? Any... thing...? Brother, you make me want to scream! Instead of sing... Instead of sing...
Note on the video: I picked the version of R.E.M.'s "Loosing my religion" because I believe it's the most viewer friendly. The song's beat inspired the tone of my poem. The rest; I did alone.
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