A story of a hero written before time but when the hero comes to light will he remain the same?
Category: strength
Climb up the meagrely pile,
Be the pride you were meant to be… And watch every defeat fall beneath…
Left behind the roots,
Spreading like wings out to take flight, left behind a heaven for me to feel alive…
Weight of a feather,
When she saw them as mountains, when she blew them as dust…
A beacon promised to never quench,
Watch me in your darkest days, your answer is already there. It has always been…
In the quite noise,
Touched by abyss, for the fallen have rose
A different phase of stand still, Nonexistent
A nonexistent state of reality…
Trails traced again…
A hundred times before and maybe a million times after traced one more time. Just one more time.
What is set my way,
Let me heal today, a little more as I break away..
The crumbles of a seed, still held life
That which was crushed held what could not be taken. That which was destroyed dared to become a stronger something
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