WORD OF HONOR

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In this world that tries me to the core

I dig my heels in deep and take a stand

And marshal strength at my command

That I may win this silent war.

This strange enactment that is life,

Reality projected by our own desires

Was meant to burn with passion’s fire

And earn awareness born of honest strife.

Instead, forgetting, we trade daily clarity

For answers that feel deadly wrong

And fail to challenge them their siren’s song,

Betraying strength with mediocrity, ignoring their polarity.

I must ensure my inner voice is heard

And always live what I believe

Or know that in my soul I deeply grieve.

There is no Meaning if I am not my Word.