To the victor the spoils.
Is that truly the case...
How much we are served
Should not be proportionate...
Since she was born, she was raised to succeed
Where both of her parents would always exceed...
Life is more than reminders
With which we made a note...
Is it a choice,
To allow the winds of other’s storms...
If the world was ending,
What would I do...
In front of the mirror she stood in awe
Admiring the landscape of scars and all the things...
From the origin of talk
We've spoken of love...
From the road to the sky,
I find myself at peace when I fly...
In the morn of days, when time was but young,
God’s gentle hands beheld, creation sung...
Greed will over fill
Carelessness will over spill...
Like water showing a reflection,
My mind is lost with no direction...