Redemption Poem by Brian V

It rains all night for me to wait.
The echoes of the dark,
Which echoes my traits
Through my own fates.

Are the struggles which I bare,
The mark of my fare.
Which it holds my shadowing ropes,
To redeem my dreams and hopes,
From my grave mistakes.

From what I had done,
Is what can't be undone.
All the anguish inside my heart.
Where should I even start?

Where should I lie my part?
Through the changes where I was young,
Since the struggles where I was hung
By the parallel of my heart to show my appearance.

Among these mirrors into the distance,
Into the world that I tried to yield,
Is the true fate which I tried to shield.
Among these mirrors around my open field,



Are the struggles which I bare
The mark of my fare.
The mark which I endure
In those who seek redemption,
Will face the pain what I stared.

In these mirrors that surrounds my salvation
Is the mark which I carried
The struggles which I pull through.
The years of my temptation

From what I had done
Is what can't be undone
All the anguish inside my heart
Where should I even start?

Where should I lie my part?
Through the changes where I was young
Since the struggles where I was hung
By the parallel of my heart to show my appearance

Among the tangled alignment of my existence
Which holds my shadowing ropes
To redeem my dreams and hopes
From my grave mistakes

Where should I go from here?
Where no one can hear
Among these mirrors into the distance
Into the world that I tried to yield
Is the true fate which I tried to shield
Among these mirrors around my open field


That shatters across my eyes
Where can't I see?
Where should I be free?
From the world of mirrors

Are the struggles which I bare
The mark of my fare
Which it holds my shadowing ropes,
To redeem my dreams and hopes.
To the world, I wish it was my own hopes
To redeem my redemption.