There is strength
that forges greatness
in weak willed bodies
A spectacular thrust of glimmering reason
flushing the “cannot” from our screaming spines
surging, flooding godly violence in us
launching forward, the fight of self worth begins
changing the fate of tattered ignorance
earned torrent beauty in sonata eyes
happiness smiles in flaming overture
“ I can and I will “ the new men say
Conviction Notice:
“No man is a ghetto, gutter or wasteland”
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