About Horns And Halos

“Education without values, as useful as it is, seems rather to make man a more clever devil.”

-C.S Lewis

As I rest my head back to sleep, clearer something gets in my head
Whenever I was caught lying, my mother asked me: “How do you sleep at night?”
Hearing this was enough for my head to get fed
Being unable to answer a question, which seemed so light

As time flew by, the question became clearer, as did the answer
How do I sleep at night? Easy. I don’t.
The accumulated weight of lies and wrong things on a person’s conscience become heavier
Crushed by the overwhelming fear of battle to come, in silence at the front

Some of us have to make mistakes, in order to do things right and better
Some of us have to get our hands bloody sometimes, trying to stop the bleeding we have caused around
Some of us are human, imperfection consciences and souls, not soulless bastards or whatever
Some of us fall and break, and in agonizing pain refuse to stay on the ground

There is no secret for such temperament, such stubbornness
Other than the education received, one that focuses on the values given
One that encourages reconsideration, humility yet not in blindness
An education for those who attend not a museum for good people, but a hospital for the broken

Values are the heart of the success of humanity
Education is what allows that success to thrive and become better
Critical thinking, willingness to learn, and even a little bit of sanctity
Through books, debates, conversations, challenges and more up the ladder

Not being able to sleep at night because of something you’ve done is not wrong
Rather it is the proof that you needed to get out of bed in the morning
The proof that you can still make things better, something you forgot all along
Once your values are well established, and you know who you are, you will always be keen on learning

That pain you feel in your chest, for what you have done, is a good thing
It means your suffering is keeping you human, knowing good from bad
Fear not if it becomes a scar or a tattoo on your body, even a bling
For it means you were stronger than what tried to kill you, lad

“Now everybody can see our scars. It’s what we’re made of. It’s who we are.”-Welshly Arms’s Who We Are