Pureheart Poem by Alex Lane

What is the cause of our wars?
We draw the lines
and we divide
yet we never seem to say
what's on our minds
Why can't we shake
this egotism we take
deep into ourselves?

(All things arose from conflict, and how conflicted we are. Blind to the fact this is all fabrication, never looking inside oneself for guidance.)

What is the force in our cores?
All choose to burn
all we learned
in a moment of passion
when it comes our turn
saving someone else
by dying ourselves
fade into the background

(Nature rose us up into the chains of command, but the animal blood still runs deep, and in an attempt to resume control we forsake it all.)

I will stand and make my vows
in the presence of any god
that you ask me to praise
there are angels out on the road
with the devils talking in code
how false our reflections are
how far will we really go?

(Your choices are yours to make but who will be left to understand, and take a pure heart to the grave, and to the shore of heavenly sand?)