My Mentor
In who I find courage and bravery
In a certain situation that shakes me
A frail look on mountain words
I tremble and feel a shrink winkle skin
That sent shivers down my spine
Terrible I call it
Spit a thrust on my throat
My heart beats rapidly for fear
Words lives in me like my very own worm
I nurture and hurting in that empty house
A tremendous step it seems in a cold Greek town
On that solitude lane came a noble lass
A gentle pat on my shoulder appeased to my heartbeat
Like a manner sent from heavens already
The look on her face,quenched the dead word in me
In her I found my courage again
Pick it up and write of liberty
Let thy pen conquer thy greatest fear
The Divine look not his creatures in sorrow
When I loose confidence of creativeness
In a free state of mind even when it's all but lost
Her words echoes somewhere in the mind
Deep down in me,
like a warrior's cry.
A pen in hand mightier than the Royal sword
Raising my heads high
A new era has begun
It's done I sigh....
The fears will burst like bubbles
In my mentor I find my strength again
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