Hands on Deck

Clashes of mismatched manners

Backlashes on plans, holts on actions 

Time standing still, minds moving backward

Good will is never in fractions, it never crashes 

The passion for fellow man to one is born natural

Still factions maybe blindly, maybe greedily; unknowingly taxing

Some freedom found in patches; breathing

Hesitancy in tune bleeds into ashes

Worry in accordance; freed out of relevance  

Standing, calling

Reaching forward

Strength found inside the will of hearts