Like a shattered glass
I pray for a saviour to take me out of this dead grass
Alas my heart is just like a pass
I will cry no more.
For within me, there are bitter truth
Truth that will give you eyetooth
My heart shelter war fair
The instruments of war
When my days are clouded by misery
Battered about with painful injury
When all my daily work is destroyed
Only to be left with void
Even if i barely feed daily
Even when my clothes are tattered
When i am faced with my worse adversary
With nothing but my fist
When i take the blow to my jaw
When my teeth gnaw
My tongue almost cut off from its shell
Still with a blurry vision
Till he comes to save me
He'll lift me up from my knee
To give me the conqueror key
That even in defeat, i will be a hero
Until my tears turn to gold
When my arms will never be fold
And in glory I'll rise like a dead bone
Never to fall again.
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July-11- 2018
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