Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
...
Down for the count
-with a eyes bloodshot
Trying to tower the hill top
Exigent circumstance trying to put me stop
...
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
...
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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Not too dark to be joyful at cockrow
Even the strongest rain will bow
Stepped wrong brought me knee low
Got firm and strong by each blow
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My diamond in a rough
let me earn your shine
Peak your nature enough
My dolce design
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Say my prayers, roll the bones
Bruise feet, dashing on stones
Holding faith, but it is running low
I love to wraith, but the pace is slow
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Through the darkest of night
my thought a candle light
carving a blurry image
of how tomorrow be.
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Passionate person who writes at will)
Inches And Punches
Down the road- too many potholes
Too many dreams- fleet of a thousand echo'
Hope they get to fly
Hope they get to nest
All we do is try
Hoping for the best
Life they say is a game of inches
And at each wrong step- you get punches
With every moment I breathe
Every seconds I outlive the crunch
I won't stop till I reach a point
Where the rose will be my porch
I will use my storm to reach a greater height
And get better through my every fight
Till I flag in glory
And author my great story
Never to let them see me cry-
Never to ask myself- why me!
Defeat is just another feat... So let your foot- steps in beat
The night is not too dark to survive and hear the cockcrow