Life(my best)

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What is this world all about?
A story told in your screams and your shout.
But is this shout your call to someone or is it your pain.
Your own dungeon, your own chain

Your life is all but a stormy night,
No less then a struggle or a fight.
But then there is always a spark of bright,
You may consider it a thunder or a guiding light.
Thunder would destroy everything but all,
From its very root to it’s tall,
To stand up again he may not dare,
Baring its pain with no soul to share.

Your heart full of pain is moaning in your own hands,
And tear of blood have flooded your barren land.
You are losing a life, dropping a tear,
No soul ever feared the fear
But fears the mortality in himself
Fear of what he is fear of what he has become,
Fear of what he has lost, fear of getting numb
Fear of his dreams, fear of his nightmare,
Fear of the strengths he cannot bear.
Fear of the truth, fear of being lied,
Fear of the world a soul cannot deny.

Why does an animal burn inside?
Why is a person ready to hide?
Why chase the horizon, when sun never kisses the seabed?
Why not stay as the only one who flourishes in the beauty of the red?
Why see a world further than the stars
When burn you will on the throne of the czar?

Life hides more than it reveals,
Your hand stretched out, a man on his knees.
A soul that never bows to the god ship,
But only to the one that he worships.
To your eyes the world reveals nothing but lies.
But some ones world rests in your eyes
A thirst redeems when the rain falls
An oak sheds everything on the winters call
No sound in the air, in the quietness lies,
The colours and the love of the sacred skies.

when you can't find a soul to share,
The dew on the leaf would be ready to glare.
Whenever you see an emerald, bring back the colours you had
When you realize life is a painting, a colorful still,
It will remind you, you are not so bad, life is always not sad.

It doesn’t have to be this way,
Some time your anger might eat you day by day.
You might consider the world a cursing hell,
But the world is pearl dew hidden in a shell.
It is a gift ever so rare its your own heaven that god has to share.

(ps..plz rate n comment.its my 1st poem ever...)