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May 20, 2009
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Internal Strength
Eyes fill with many tears
Victimized by all my fears
To whom should I speak?
I can’t show how I am weak
Lost in the coldest of nights
With my reflection I start fights
Asking why I can’t be stronger
Doubting if I can hold on any longer
Allowing strangers to walk all over me
This is not who I was supposed to be
Condemned to a galaxy of self denial
My passion waits to be put on trial
As for my heart it is used to being torn
To the lord, I ask for a hero to be born
Surrounding me is thoughts of doubt
My internal demons continue to shout
Weakness showers me with negativity
My soul whispers of a forgotten creativity
I slowly listen as it reminds me of a yesterday
Even my pen begs to show me a better way
The hero I was waiting for has actually arrived
In the darkest of days, this man has survived
He tells me to stand like a man and never let go
As he helped me to my feet he said I love you so
I cried because this man was my inner strength
He told me that he knows no length
I asked him will I survive on my own
He said that into a warrior I have grown
Victimized by all my fears
To whom should I speak?
I can’t show how I am weak
Lost in the coldest of nights
With my reflection I start fights
Asking why I can’t be stronger
Doubting if I can hold on any longer
Allowing strangers to walk all over me
This is not who I was supposed to be
Condemned to a galaxy of self denial
My passion waits to be put on trial
As for my heart it is used to being torn
To the lord, I ask for a hero to be born
Surrounding me is thoughts of doubt
My internal demons continue to shout
Weakness showers me with negativity
My soul whispers of a forgotten creativity
I slowly listen as it reminds me of a yesterday
Even my pen begs to show me a better way
The hero I was waiting for has actually arrived
In the darkest of days, this man has survived
He tells me to stand like a man and never let go
As he helped me to my feet he said I love you so
I cried because this man was my inner strength
He told me that he knows no length
I asked him will I survive on my own
He said that into a warrior I have grown
— paul, May 20, 2009
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Morgana Tragic…
17 years ago
Yaaaaaaaaay Zeus
yenti
17 years ago
Paul
infinite_dwarf
17 years ago
SG
weirdelf
17 years ago
Gay. Not that there's anthing wrong with that, teehee
ANC1996
17 years ago
GO ZUES!