Can't Suppress

This was written about two others plus me by someone who, because of who she is, is unclouded. It was set to a tune and accompanied by a guitar that she played. The title was "The Lover, The Fighter, and The Prophet".

"And he had this way about
Seeing through.
Holding answers, breaking hate
Is how he lives so true.

Singing art and urging hope
Guiding me,
Giving me the want to sooth
Peoples crying plea.

Oh, my god
I hold him by the store
He says his last goodbye but I hold his neck once more.
Don't have fear
My throat begins to ache,
Striving more and more but he doesn't take his break.
He won't stop fighting through the haze...
Fighting through the haze.

Keeping up with other boys,
As a kid
Though he'd rather sit with thoughts,
As he laid and hid.

If you've ever seen his face
Calm and strong
And his reassuring eyes
That tell us we belong.

Oh my god,
Brother, hold your gladness
Don't think you've failed at all and release your darkest sadness
You have light
A light most don't posses
I try to keep it in but these things I can't suppress
When you come back I'll be smiling at the door
Smiling at the door."

It is evident to me, in knowing the author of this song as well as I do, how much heart is in this song. She believes more than most. She wants to believe even more than that. Doubt and insecurity plague her. What she doesn't know is that all the things that she sees in us are reflected in her. No, not reflected. They burn in her. She is still trying to put the pieces together just like the rest of us. Goddamn, like the rest of us. They pull at her, every direction. She doesn't know where to go. Looking to us to be examples, and what shitty examples to look to. She thinks she needs us. We need her. She has her own solidarity that will be yearned for in these coming times. The world will look to her and how will she look back? Whatever she chooses, I will be the fighter. I will fight. For her, for us. For the flame we protect. I will fight. This is what she needs to understand. He is her prophet, he is her lover, and I am her fighter.

It rips through me every time.
Keep your eyes up.