I slap and I sin and still feel great about myself
I break and I win, I lose and I grin
I pour magic to empty shadows
I spread light on dark chins
I tear up silver rivers and scream treasures
I kill with my madness
I fill more fantasies
I dare to walk naked than burying my own fears
And when I wear my sun of tears
I crack down smashing my weak deers
I walk up breathing back coz at the end of my track; I keep the faith in Me.
Monday, March 25, 2013
There is no War for me to Win as my Battle is Within ...
