Young Soul

the deception of an eye can tell a story impliction of the fury or ultimate glory sacrifise ourselfs for a moment a journey devesating situations we soon tell the world..of our pain.. no word of glory in it self or nothing else to gain only the primitive ways are seeked to this contribution the sounds of summer are far away they rest in retrebution common carrier we all agree that love can find a away or slip through our cataylst hands.. travel the world in serach for inner glory for the passion of self for the pain of no more.. for the inner glow we crave the knowing of self belief self reservastion strive to find the love we all seek to cherish for ones own worth.. pity it may be wasted on careless means living for the now living for the cause.. ones love could never be trusted for a persons uncerteinty.. and we all must be there to learn that..