these words

henrocchenrocc Posts: 14
standing at the threshold of a chance
I feel I must take
unsure
but still compelled to a risk
these lives
from extreme to ordinary
tempered and hardened from exile
I wonder if they will ever let me back
could this be the beginning of my last days?
render your decision
it will not sway my resolve
I will move forward
alone at twilight
waiting for my next moment in time
picked up, thrown and slammed to the ground
I become more and more used to this feeling
battle weary, but still I move on
for my family
I will fight
called a coward for this
they think my love will wear thin
and sometimes, it does
my armor is a thousand mistakes
my people
my tribe
they mean everything to me
I cannot fail
for them
I will sacrifice everything
and at the end of the day
if there is anything left of me
reluctant
I will give that to you too.
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