Sometimes, it’s my only outlet to release
Sometimes the words get lost to mouth from mind,
Yet they always find there way between blue lines.
I can’t count how many times, I was at the edge of death,
Thinking to myself that I have no strength left.
Yet somehow, past the forced smile’s pretending,
A warrior rose from the depths that were unknown within me.
A depth beyond infinity, a supernatural force,
Put strength back in my body to complete my course.
So now I stand here at the brink once again…
But I’ve been here before, I can make it, I can win.
Even when it seems the whole world’s back is to me…
Can’t nobody do me… I just gotta do ME.
Now this strength is rushing through me, I have learned to survive,
Through these hard times and trials, I can’t let it break my stride.
So my pen bleeds truth on this blank page once again,
as a warrior’s rage within diminishes the non-sense.
I hold my head high – no matter what I will survive,
And if I can I’ll use these trials to touch someone else’s life.
If I’m a martyr let it be… As long as I die free…
Free from the pain and the shame that once was me
See, this is how I breathe – carbon dioxide get’s released
When my pen’s ink leaks, you hear a warrior’s heart speak
- Fiyah
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