“Sometimes in life you might feel that it's over
You pray and search for anyone to do you a favor
You try to find a road to get to your salvation
To leave everything behind and to follow your passion”
It's my life my world my words to write
My soul my heart with my pen I'll fight
It's my time to take my own step
To leave this prison which inside I was kept
Tomorrow never comes for a guy like me
It's tough it's lies that I can only see
My plan is to leave these tears these fears
That was held inside of me for many years
“Sometimes in life you might feel that it’s over
You pray and search for anyone to do you a favor
You try to find a road to get to your salvation
To leave everything behind and to follow your passion”
No longer I'm gonna keep my anger inside
It's my time to shine no longer I'll hide
It's the road I have chosen to go
Nothing will stop me.. HELL NO!
I wouldn't dare to stop right now
For no one anymore I'll kneel and bow
It's my time to start with a new smile
My time to see a new sunshine..
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Author:
paul kordahi (
Offline) - Published: January 19th, 2011 17:07
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
It IS very sad. And your black and white image of desolation and intriguing adventure seem only too fitting. So with our pens so many of us will vent our inner hidden miseries....which momentarily at least, gives relief. But are these fresh illusions? Are we only escaping in our imaginations? Ah, but that is how mankind is wont to escape for these many centuries...in our imaginations soaring above the murky pit that in reality overwhelms our lives. Yet it is only another delusion. Only in God's salvation as He's given it in His Word, do we find the peace, hope, and life for which we feel ourselves forever hopelessly pining. You excellently portrayed the dismal situation, frustrations and attempted bitter self-deliverance. It is a sorrowful, desperate cry. But who am I to speak so freely? I liked it, and loved your use of end-rhyming.
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