To think of all the things you did over the years and you separated yourself from a boy to a man
Your hands shake sweaty palms stomach hurts
You forget the reason of your departure
Your love is still their pride is in your hands
Hate and crime still surrounds the mind
Keeps you going along the trail of supposal failure
Who’s is to say who fails and who wins
To tell the truth does it even matter
Keep your head up,
not to dismiss everything under you
but to stop and notice the sky
because good or evil
love or hate
that’s where you belong.
GoDs Dark Angel
To an older brother from a younger brother.
The Sky is NOT the Limit!