Amidst the hassle and bustle of everyday life with so much battles to face You wake up at dawn to lose the vision of why you got up- the so many whys unanswered. But a man got to stand even when standing is not easy.
Hope is a lovely bird that always flies the beautiful light that always dies a stone that crushes when it can't be carried any farther. And yet- We shoulder that precious stone stepped into that glorious light and reach towards those fine wings.
I let her fly beautifully A hope, a brighter future and on her wings lie's- a heavy stone- but she must soar through the stormy clouds. And then, too brief came the terrible fall My phoenix down! Her wings broken- feathers litters on the ground hear her song, her cries! But no matter the falls, the broke She'll keep rising, renew, stronger from the ashes of each burning day.
Her eyes a diamond shine a sapphire as blue as heaven. The coolness- the ease in her steps a cat- her walk is a gaity peps'. Her creamy lips of berry her oval cone, a shape of merry. A black beauty- a gift to adorn A wild rose in the garden of Sharon. Her body a sculptors dream at her eight, who would grim? The flower of my garden a replica of Eden I remain your only moon amidst your many stars.
Against the roars of the street I spark-lit my match-stick heading to a great 'shore or so I hope it be. Chanting a "no-going-back" morale hunting my dreams Not to stop at light not too scared to fight. And on the battle field the war was never fair but soldier on I jagged forged by circumstance'. So much sweat and bleed my feet raising dust and creed I got through every fight like a blood on dust. Arch-angels on my shoulder Victory is sure, over and over.
He is such a good man so sinless that I called Him bad He showed me pure love Yet I hated Him He blessed my head but I thorned his crown He gave me bread I stoned him instead. He came for my salvation but I shot him seven times. Thank you Jesus for carrying my cross for me even though I don't deserve it. #HappyGoodFriday
Some day's- You just have to create your own sunshine You just have to make your own rain fall You just have to be your own moonshine You just make your own great ball. Some day's- You just have to let your tears drops they may be worth some carat gold You just have to let your smile flash It might make some one's day glow.
Her red hair hung over her shoulder in long and natural waves. She has a big cat eyes, thin nose and most importantly, her firm mouth. Her black beautiful tan skin was something a saint will lust at and neither am i a saint so i opt to frenzy. I slid my arms around her she slammed her body against mine her lips crushed mine while her tongue whisper! Love! What a wonderful moment- if not that all this happened after i took two bottles of Magic Moment.
Waking up with a spirit green got a peace on my knees praying that God gives wings to my many dreams so they may butt-a-fly free Growing from a rock concrete got me damaged petals so-much worries on my plate I still've to match the pedals Feel the pain-feel the rain feel life-to rise at every fails feel the joy to keep up and try again for the end will be full of victorious tales It's going to take a 100 armored tank -to try to stop me still moving ahead-ahead I hear the echoes of better-days.
Got my bulletproof vest on heading to the war spot as I rugged on hope I don't get a head-shot Lost my boot in a crossfire still striving and toiling I never know my feet to test me I know I'm still counting my blessing Hope to hit a glorious score hope I fly high to a glorious shore Do the gunning in silence and let the hustle do the talking. Don't forget to beat the odds -and stay humble. The bigger the war- the bigger the soldier Just let your scars be a shining stars on your shoulders.
Watching how the sun rise is a glory from the onset Like rolling all of life's dice and still hoping because we've breath. Through our days of fleeting shadows and the rains be falling piercing arrows in His realm I always feel his hallow with a hope to one day bird like a sparrow. There's a need to stay strong and kicking who knows what the tide'll be bringing I'll be the hero of my own story because I am in the realm of His Glory.
Crawling from the back to get to the front Slowly, narrowly, hoping to get soft. The street is a blazing fire tiled with the sharpest thorn and what will a bare feet do! Other than keep marching on. Who knows what the tide would bring! Who knows how many times we'll keep falling! But no matter the battle we always reload, double back and hold on to our course 'Never to despise the days of our little beginning' Our motto and our creed. We chose to shed many tears at night so we can smile beautiful when dawn lit. Gold is...