I walk forward on the path of my dreams,
Confused if my direction is obscure.
Can my way be found before the coming,
Of the heavt rain or will my life fall,
When the blood skies and the day are both nigh.
Does the moon not reflect the fairness of,
My marble skin, harden by the terrors
Of my mind. Does God overlook my heart?
Am I not a Spartanby bravery?
Shall my glory come soon after my wake?
I question, is my life just a comdey?
-AGW
No comments:
Post a Comment