My soul is free, from abuse and wrath
The book says otherwise,
Long time before, I lost that path
A child, a star on his own
Reflects upon the eyes of my shores
A child, filled with joy
hearts shattered, a smile spoiled
Who am I? Who I was?
The reflections shimmer upon my eyes
laying me down,
onto my fate
only for me to rise
What's that Silent Echo
Rumbling the kingly might
A distant shadow
only to become a light
Jul 3, 2018
Jul 3, 2018 at 11:34 AM UTC
My soul is free, from abuse and wrath
The book says otherwise,
Long time before, I lost that path
A child, a star on his own
Reflects upon the eyes of my shores
A child, filled with joy
hearts shattered, a smile spoiled
Who am I? Who I was?
The reflections shimmer upon my eyes
laying me down,
onto my fate
only for me to rise
What's that Silent Echo
Rumbling the kingly might
A distant shadow
only to become a light
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