The inner struggle within

A tender heart with words displayed
A soft word of praise for one to say
A sudden glance back with fancy & wine
A slight of hand by the tender design

A voice so soft & tenderly with rhyme,

To crush a blow in disbelief

From shadows proned in the inner digest

The inner struggle within

A lone blade of grass through bright meadows plight
We will never relent in ever giving up on the fight
Through all of Satan's viscous darts we will be victorious
One drop of blood fell beneath the papal scale

Without a word unheard or that of lack of care

A heart that was torn in the struggle within

Within torn silence there lies its most beckoning call
A rose was plucked with a promise filled with care
A true love desire without a word to share,
That inner struggle within

A plot of land amidst a heart that is trouble filled

Never relent even if all hell breaks loose
Now which pathway in life will you be willing to choose?