MadManWithaBox
January 13th, 2011, 02:26 PM
I have travelled through the valley of darkness
I have met death
Shook his hand
And spat in his eye
I did these things
With a soul that does not truly belong to me
Courage that is not really mine to own
I borrowed it, from those I
Call my friends
I ventured out with their spirits
and their blood powering through my veins
My mind, once my torturer
Now my trusted friend
My head, once the source of so much pain, and the birthplace of my anger, so much I thought it would burst out of my skull
Is now the fountain of all my new hops and dreams
Armed with my new confidence, I will now, rediscover myself, and
Win.
I have met death
Shook his hand
And spat in his eye
I did these things
With a soul that does not truly belong to me
Courage that is not really mine to own
I borrowed it, from those I
Call my friends
I ventured out with their spirits
and their blood powering through my veins
My mind, once my torturer
Now my trusted friend
My head, once the source of so much pain, and the birthplace of my anger, so much I thought it would burst out of my skull
Is now the fountain of all my new hops and dreams
Armed with my new confidence, I will now, rediscover myself, and
Win.