Alibo Terna Timothy

Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
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Down for the count
-with a eyes bloodshot
Trying to tower the hill top
Exigent circumstance trying to put me stop
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Dreams of better days and royal rumble
freight of many things
the thought alone can get me crumble'
especially when from the genesis
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Roars of dawn gave me a funny chill
knowing there's no beacon of an easy drill
- still same stony hill
That I pray "Oh Lord, please give ears to my plea"
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Let beauty comes out of those ashes
let that smile surpass the pains
Sing that praise when the load seems heavy
and let God do His thing, He is the Almighty.
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Going through the course of life without a syllable
and each page must be covered
-but how, is still a miracle
Like how I beat a flight of steps
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Against the roars of the street
I spark-lit my match-stick
heading to a great 'shore
or so I hope it be.
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Exigent circumstance
Split seconds decision
The free-fall hitting every hell's hole
-way down
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Hope is a lovely bird that always flies
the beautiful light that always dies
a stone that crushes when it can't be carried any farther.
And yet-
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I let her fly beautifully
A hope, a brighter future
and on her wings lie's-
a heavy stone-
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Watching how the sun rise
is a glory from the onset
Like rolling all of life's dice
and still hoping because we've breath.
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Got my bulletproof vest on
heading to the war spot
as I rugged on
hope I don't get a head-shot
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Crawling from the back to get to the front
Slowly, narrowly, hoping to get soft.
The street is a blazing fire
tiled with the sharpest thorn
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I close my eyes and fade in my many thought
Like the thought of what tomorrow'll bring forth
Life is not sapphire but a harsh judge
Who's gavel bangs with alot of grudge.
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Cast a dice, go against the odds
dying of lit, time to consult the gods
So far from my goals
but am close to my hills
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The red dwarf of a hypo-hope
dreams deferred or be mope'
Head held up- in high esteem
with a falling tear and sweaty beam.
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As bad as I am-
His right hand still upholds me
Almighty King enthroned
-in glory of the highest peak
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Fell hard before I even started
willed the gift of a strong hearted
laying each brick by a very trick
I have to beat the odds with a mare stick.
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On the edge of a mountain peak
The only way is through
What if I fall?
What if I fly?
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