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Iron Man
Got my hand touching the clouds
The atmosphere is my playground
There's nowhere I can't be
Encased in blurring colors
Saving the child from the shells
Ammunition bearing my name
Would you understand
The guilt dug in my brain
Live's wasted by my design
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I stand for
Long before I could stand
My father was dropping bombs
His mistakes coursing through my veins
I see now what I have to be
Took a sliver through my chest
Before I can finally see the proof
I remember who I was
The guilt dug in my brain
Life and love wasted away
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I stand for
Would you understand
The guilt dug in my brain
Live's wasted by my design
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I am
The atmosphere is my playground
There's nowhere I can't be
Encased in blurring colors
Saving the child from the shells
Ammunition bearing my name
Would you understand
The guilt dug in my brain
Live's wasted by my design
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I stand for
Long before I could stand
My father was dropping bombs
His mistakes coursing through my veins
I see now what I have to be
Took a sliver through my chest
Before I can finally see the proof
I remember who I was
The guilt dug in my brain
Life and love wasted away
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I stand for
Would you understand
The guilt dug in my brain
Live's wasted by my design
Well my fate isn't set in stone
I'll become what I should have been
Making sure this world can live again
I carry the wound in my heart
The sin of the father won't mark me
I'll rearrange everything I am
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