Our Drive

Pure and raw to the core,
when the body stops the soul cries for more.
Taking all the pain inside I prizefighter hoping for an end,
it sees this power of emotion as its only friend.
Bleeding blood soaked and no where to go,
the fallen sucks it up and continues his show.
Beaten and hell-bent on salvation or damnation,
he stalks the earth for his painful in cremation.
Then there is the soldier, who watches his friends die at his feet,
only to get another liar on the Nation’s highest seat.
They all have one thing in common they all have one thing that is true,
and it is an emotion that resides in you and me.
It’s the feeling to go on when there is no joy in sight,
it is the will that thrives and gives us the power to fight.
When we feel alone and weary of the day,
it is the key to make us hunter not prey.
Down in the soul where dark things dwell,
it is the constant of all life that makes us excel.
To enjoy life and feel the glory to be alive,
for my friend it is our gift within that commands our drive.

Written By
Robert Lee Niswander
Copyright 2005