Journey
Beaten, weathered, withered and worn
The hard knocks of life I have sworn
Let my thoughts out through riffs and rhyme
Yet in some places it is a thought crime
I have grown up hard and wise
I have seen through the reapers disguise
From young to old my views only progressed
On this journey friends grew weak and regressed
Stoic, I have stood the test of time
So close waiting for the 11th hr chime
As I'm facing the wrath of zealot fanatics
Pushing their assumptions of the dogmatic
Perseverance is what got me through the worse
The future might look grim as death's curse
Nothing discreditable about what I will bring
My eternal hell's swan song I will sing
Copyright © Robert Lawrence | Year Posted 2015
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