The Power of Pain (The Great Fall)

A tale of torment as old as time,

Told from the mouths of the unwise,

However this time the tale is mine,

To tell as I wish and finally draw the line.

 

A bully, an abuser, a big bruiting bruiser,

And a baby faced boy being pummelled and pounded,

He was given two options and he had to choose.

Tell his tale to the weak and fable

Or learn to fight and turn the table.

 

He chose wrong (The always do).

But to be fair, what would you choose?

Appear wear, appear scared, appear broken and afraid

Or get strong, get revenge, get popular, get laid.

He chose wrong!

 

Now, kids like that underestimate too much,

He kicked your ass once and he will again, as such.

You must tell your tale to those who care,

If you ever want to even wish for the game to be fair.

A kept secret is too easy to ignore

 

So don’t lock away emotions behind your door,

Let them free, let them fly, let them cry, let them soar,

Let them heal, feel the pain so they can heal even more.

And if you hide because your scare of pain

Then just remember,

Learning to climb only gets you half way over the wall,

If you want to get to where you’re going,

Then you must also know how to fall.