Thursday, July 12, 2012

sticks and stones


Every other day,
I always do what people say…
I have to wake up!
I know its not too late…
I think it's already time…


 I have to take charge of my own fate...
Sadly, someone held me down…
Someone forcing their rules to me…
I am sick already with all your flaws…
You can break my bones…
But never my spirit…
All your sticks and stones…
Will cut me like a blade…
But soon I will take all you stole…
I will be free…
I will break from your parole…


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