Thruthfully
The little youth broke the string of his hat...
The perfection clause doesn't apply,
Yet we struggle to be flawless...
Previous obstacles has caused hardships,
Jumping through hurdles to survive...
I could have been somebody
Work. Work-work...
Judgements of deception plagued my mind,
Following an artificial shadow with no hope...
In dangerous times
of war and terrorism...
Everyday,
hay is made while sun shine...
When destiny takes an awful turn,
The power of faith is truly tested...
Easy are wise words spoken
Difficult to put in action...
Lying in my bed, surfing my mind
Blasting a hole in the night time fog...
A life here after?
Are we blowing smoke rings in a gale...
You will not take over our will,
it is you that we must kill...