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i look for the redefinition
of my rugged old life.
to erase the tarnished filled
memories that is my plight.

let's create another direction
coming full circle of change.
creating new thoughts to
set the world onto flames.

it's my ignition to crank the
power that be.
supercharged to the max
who else would i be.

powerful, bold and fierce
excepting nothing less.
waiting to be the batter's bat
knocking down every test.
She surrounded herself with
nothing but pain and fear.
Her greatest pleasures in life
was to stab like a spear.

Her veins flowed with nothing
because she was always cold.
The smallest of life was ripped
from her body only to be sold.

A potential for greatness she
totally lacked the skill.
Everything that crossed her path
was destroyed and killed.

At the very end of her walkway
the lights are always dark.
She presents the world with smiles
but she has a black heart.

Her wardrobes glitters with fake
diamonds and gold plated lies.
Holding a silver cup to her mouth
swallowing spoil milk and flies.

The audience claps loudly as she
bows down with grace.
Accepting their cheers without
seeing the pain on their faces.
She's leaving the stage.............
disturbed by madness created
by someone other than i.
furiously taken and shaken
by the tears i have to cry.

there's a hole in the wall and
it's created by me.
punched as a sign of relief
it's not happening for me.

terrible this thing that lingers
inside and i cannot escape.
the  damaged delight has taken
many forms and triangle shapes.

stand hand and hand with the
devil if he's not willing to go.
he's directing the steps i take
pulling me closer more and more.
I'm sorry sister that I couldn't be there
to keep you much alive.
I hope that you didn't suffer much
I hope Jesus stood before your eyes.

Some of us may never know why you
had to get up and walk away.
But God said that He'll be looking out
for you just call him during the day.

Rest in peace and peace be with you
as you journey on your way.
Remember us all who's left behind
for you we're continue to pray.

God left a memory of you for us to
cherish all along the way.
When you reach the gates of heaven
send us a message to say that it's okay.
In remembrance of Tasha
Sometimes a man never escapes
the deeds of the pass.
Sometimes the sorrows of today
they leave too fast.

Sometimes a man fall far to short
of his everlasting dream.
Sometimes the visions in his eyes
are never quite like they seem.

Sometimes a man can get lost and
and he can never find joy.
Sometimes reasoning isn't considered
to be the greatest of ploy.

Sometimes man follow another man's
path only to be mislead.
Sometimes there are signs that warn
to stop before the danger ahead.
the torture of doubt stampedes
the mind sometimes.
it has destroyed many lives and
brought about so many crimes.

doubt churns and churns and digs
deep into a man's soul.
many may think they can outlast its
wits only to end up losing control.

doubt has taken down groups in
packs and/or singled some out.
it has wipe clean the heart's of lovers
leaving an empty heart without.

you can be happy and suddenly
doubt seeks to make it's change.
it has so much hidden power to
cause a bright mind to suffer derange.
in exercising the rights of what most men want.
joy, independence and a way to make a living.
to be strong and to be able to hold on whenever
the northern winds decide to blow.

the northern wind blows and you know how cold
it can be at times. we need the shelter for protection.
a wall to hide behind when everything else that's pushing
us around seems to give away but not this wall.

it's tough and it has a job to do and that is to break the man
of weakness but the wall would rather you take it on because
it's designed to build character in all men who's brave enough
to fall into place at the right time and your protection will be granted.

blow wind blow, give it all you've got because here I stand as a man who has faced the tidal waves of the coldest seas yet I refuse to let it
take me down.

a good man who's down on his luck you can best believe that when that old northerner starts to blow again, you can look forward to meet another and greater challenge.
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