Restless (Poem by Abdel)

Love is the aftermath

Of what we're fighting for

Not the antidote against wrath

As it cannot pierce through the core

Hope is all we've had since the dawn of time

Not the cleanser of defeat

So just keep searching for what you want to find

But don't question why history repeats

As the world burns in the hands of fire

Against the heat would be an outlier

As love has not cured us all

And hope is where things fall

But I don't need to be sold on what I got

Cause I'm not a vehicle in a parking lot

Waiting for things to fly

I'd rather scream than whisper the lies

So don't tell me to smile

When you're not walking million miles

To the hands of fire

Truth should be a desire

Don't write the numbers to dial

When you won't stay for a while

By the hands of fire

No rest for the tired