''Is it still being a coward if you just feel your strength is slowly being drained out every time you grow a little too fast,?
the feeling is that of a soul running out of hope,
i fear of braking dawn before i get to the top,
how then do i go on with this little drop of hope,
soon to be drained and left forsaken, for it a broken spirit left to drag its essence along the shores of lost souls. the thirst for true afection, the love as good and as tender as the lords, but what am i with this little hope of mine, for i need it to dwell in his favour., the silent wispers of resentment torments my very soul, with the scars of a past life and the pain that cuts deeper then a heart could heal,.
Having known the evil of man, why create me in their kind,,. i'm better off the desert wind, calm but yet without direction.. what's my purpose then having known nothing, but pain, when pride becomes my selection and all my wrongs are washed by the rain. And leaves ashore all my of anger.