|I had to do it. I really did.|
StirYears of young, now become days of old,Stir by Asura-Zatch
And thrust myself into the world so cold,
Pride and character hold my outline in definite light,
Never giving my ground, my forms, staying so tight.
As strong as the gravity holding the Earth,
Or the unity in a family hearth,
As age advances, wisdom and thought does too,
Though rarely, does it happen so heavily to a few.
Not that the pressure should be pushed away,
Like a physical element, annoying and pestering
But used in many a way,
To gain strength and sing.
Whatever cloud the sky brings,
Gray, white, or black,
What one holds in despair, another does in faith,
And always bounce back.
Still so does the strength of so many,
Graced in the negativity of the demons,
Force down the dreams of many,
Cursed in the hope of the deities,
I can still remain hopeful of my dreams and faith,
And keep my promise to my many.
Current Residence: CA|
Favourite genre of music: Variety (except Rap)
Wallpaper of choice: Uh, who else?
Skin of choice: Skin? Is this supposed to imply some sort of racism?
Personal Quote: "Even a broken clock is right twice a day." -Dad