TheLegendsLeague | Bryan Espiritu

For they won’t recall what we’ve done right,
Until we’re called to exit paths.
And speak our names in slanted slight,
With venom spits in webs they catch.

We teeter forth and back from shy
To striking sounds and stages perched,
And they will only then reply
That we have match’ed all our worths.

But persons cannot hide behind the names
That public cries will paste,
When fame will hang us by our throats,
And spit across our childish face.

Our broken glass and swinging bat
To batter broken hearts from young,
Are swung to melancholy’s acts
And yelled out through the words we’ve sung.

In snatch’ed moments of our youth,
We’ve thought to have them once reclaimed.
But soothing actions that we chose
Are focused as our public blame.

And they may never see our face
As human for we wear a mask,
That acts as our sole barricade,
Against they’re flailing tactless axe.

With growing hearts to share our lives,
And beating for the pace of us,
Our lines are but a sign of times,
And seeds do grow from beaten dust.

We move as force propels our urge
To rid us of the film they’ve set,
And spin a blanket guarded surge
That forges strength untainted yet.

We’ll sneak like mice on tippy toe,
To play as children must through life,
And walk the rays of evening glow,
Toward the moon entrusted night.

They’ll see our calls as entertainment
At it’s finest climb’ed peak,
We’ll trek towards our next engagement,
Searching for a place to speak

That has the ears of those who trust
That what we’ve brought beyond these gifts,
Is all that makes our nature just
And through the living heart, uplifts.

In hopes that what we’ve cried will echo,
Bounds beyond our leaps to fame,
And all the globe will cease to settle
For pointing fingers and placing blame.

We’ll be the last and first of kinds
That cared to see a world in joy,
Of girls and boys whose birth will find
The harshness of our pain destroyed.

We know our joys because of those
Emotions that have brought us pain,
And hold all of our loved ones close
In faith they view us just the same.

They cannot let a Legend fade,
Our loss is something heaven’s won.
And all that our heart has made,
Will live when our time has gone.

For they won’t recall what we’ve done right,
Until we’re called to exit paths.
We’ll bid them all a moonlit night,
And tip our hat to rest at last.

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I really and truly hope you find peace, Michael. You’ve inspired me greatly.