The Scale

The Unwanted Weights.

The last time I stood on a weighted scale, I weighed 8.1 billion pounds of hate, ‘Cause I wore the world’s thoughts around my frame, My skin — a sculpture for their bonding chains

Though the weight of those chains drove me insane, I smiled and waved while the cameras aimed. Though it had my heart ruthlessly slain, I dug through the graves, to find my remains.

Yes Piece by Piece, I broke their restrains, I stripped my soul bare of their golden chains, Till nothing was left — but heart, soul and brain.

Then, I thought: “If only the world truly knew me, I wouldn’t need eternity to save me”.

So I laid out my heart on their scale, But they asked me, “how many more pounds can it take?” Still, I laid out my brain on their scale, Yet they asked me, “how many more pounds can it make?”

Finally I realized; the only prize they idealize, Is my frame strangled by chains of their perfected lies. Then my heart realized, the only prize I should idealize, Is the love that saves me from chains of their projected lies.

So, I built my own weighted scale, One unquantified by love’s endless grace And the first time I stood on my weighted scale? You won’t believe it,

But I weighed 8.1 eternal pounds of love!