Warrior

As the war rages
Here we are stranded in cages,
Never to be released
Until this war has ceased.

Calling, crying, wanting out,
As the birds soar slowly round about.
Are we here left for dead?
Isn't there someone to free us instead?

When in the distance,
I hear the sound of coming resistance.
Our troops are here!
Do they bring us our cure?

Metal upon metal,
Crashing, pounding then all is settle.
I see him there riding,
The white horse slowly gliding.

The horn then blows,
The victory chant to the battle's close.
The door swings open,
Leaving us all hoping.

Is it the warrior here,
Or someone to fear?
Then a roar rises from a mighty lion,
It is indeed the warrior of Zion!

He has triumphed,
Victory and freedom won.
To us warriors held captive.
Freed by the one true son.

The warring son,
Has saved my life.
To sing and dance,
And no longer strife.

Now I am a warrior,
For the one true son.
Though life may seem bound,
Peace now urges us to run,
Till the race is done.
To fight the good fight,
Until one day,
We spread our wings in flight.

by Aimee R.M. Condon

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If I could soar upon the wind,
Would you take my hand and help me sing.
Above the clouds would you glide with me,
With the world below as all we could see.

If I could cause time to stand still,
Would you dance with me and hold me till,
The sun doth set another day,
And the stars shine bright within its ray.

If the waves stop crashing,
Would you be near to renew my passion.
For when the hurts make me weary,
would you come and carry.

If the pounding stops within my chest,
And there is no rhythm to help me rest.
Would you create a rhyme,
That would gently chime.

If all around is dark and dismal,
would you create a light and hear my call.
For when the world overwhelms,
would you hold me in your palms.

If all around is joyous and bright,
Would you still stay here within my sight.
For I never want to see you leave,
So forever to one that I may cleave.

By Aimee R.M. Condon