Fire in my soul

A little drip of water hit my nose.
The rain can bring pain if your not thinking on your toes.
And when life jabs I punch him back with a bowl.
Safe to say I played myself, that's what happens when your bold.
Beauty in my struggle, exept the lies that I was told.
Moma always taught me keep your eyes on the road.
Because in a swift second you could crash and hit a pole.
Being abstract only gained me loneliness and cold.
But my dad told me he can still spot the fire in my soul.
Pray for all the women who were forced to walk the strole.
Praying on the weak I hope you lost what you chose.