Battling The World

When the world is against me, I battle alone. Standing my ground firm, head held high and looking at them in the eye. I may be alone, I may be singled out but I won’t give up. I’ll be bruised and I’ll be cut but I won’t bow down. It is for my respect and…

Valor Of The Weak

There is welly in stifling and vigor in restraining Yet there is strength in crying… There is pain in bruising and sting in burning Yet there is relief in enduring… There is pride in scars and honor in fighting Yet there is valor in walking away… There is strength in crying, enduring and walking away…

Mere Words

Words, mere words they were That you used to sweep me off my feet Your sweet words they were That drowned me in your thoughts They were your tender words That left me pinning for you Words, mere words they were That you used to pinch me and leave me bruised