The song bird of fire the pendant that served the human fragility,
The blade you have stab me;
Does noth give satisfy...

It buried deep within my in closure.
But picture this, for words that we're given by a whole being...

Words are like spears, not limited nor even by yourself...

I fought battles within me,
And I find a wall surrounded by a worldy of people,
Who's speaks of blade that aches my heart,
Your very hatred have manifested in your respective selfs.
Respect is earn not bought they say?
But what is respect without countless clique,
Nonsensical impediment to ones growth;
I saw a bright future but darkness is what is envision with the hindrance of this era...

In a world full of shadows, I shine through the strife...

'cause even in darkness, I’m the light that rewrites life