Many times I cry
So deep in floods
I want to let go
But my pride still lingers
The smell of vengeance
Still smoke to the dark skies
Lavish pain in my chest
My breath seizes in quint
But I bully on
Who can call me back
To my senses
That little boy
That takes no offense
Who smiles to scorn
And chew malice with words
Only my heart knows
I cry to bond
But to the world
I am so strong
And hard headed
Loosing sight of the fact
I am pain stored
For tomorrow
Until the waited tomorrow
Wrecks the days away
Pray for me
Any who loves me
For the journey
I am treading
I know not
If i would return (either)
The same, worse or better.
