Guardians Of The Knight
Guardians of the night
You come to visit my house of pain
Peering into my window of sorrow
Strength has escaped its encampment
Diligently I seek for understanding
But my light is hidden
Beneath the floor boards of discomfort
I travel as a wandering man
From the east to the west
In search for a friend
From the north to the south
For together we become the Guardians of the Night
Carrying our swords of enlightenment
With crazed terminology
That only a spoken word artist understands
And with our outspoken insanity
We feed your mind with knowledge
And a never ending urged hunger for more
Collectively we represent
Those who fear an audience of cynicism
And bring peace and light
From our experienced expressed thoughts
You discover delight
You come to visit my house of pain
Peering into my window of sorrow
Strength has escaped its encampment
Diligently I seek for understanding
But my light is hidden
Beneath the floor boards of discomfort
I travel as a wandering man
From the east to the west
In search for a friend
From the north to the south
For together we become the Guardians of the Night
Carrying our swords of enlightenment
With crazed terminology
That only a spoken word artist understands
And with our outspoken insanity
We feed your mind with knowledge
And a never ending urged hunger for more
Collectively we represent
Those who fear an audience of cynicism
And bring peace and light
From our experienced expressed thoughts
You discover delight
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We watchers and spoken word artists speak on behalf of those as well as ourselves of the plight we endure and our silent tongue unable to utter a word of how our hearts feel.