The emotions triggered have me ready to detonate
If everything were right and sane we would have much more to emulate
We are spitting out fire from the ice inside our souls
One thing is for sure, and it is not the cure
It's what makes us want to regurgitate
Stereotypical ingenuity will stay away from the ordeal
Love has a way of keeping me looking towards the ideal
The example of a saved life explodes the gunpowder in my heart
Making me bleed out my fear and hope of my beneficial anneal
My thoughts clash against me
My past tries to haunt me
I feel so unworthy
But the conquer will not be against me
Even with no fence to protect me
The more I am beaten and ignored
The more I grow and become restored
The more undertaking I am forced to endure
The more I earn peace, my place, and reward
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