Feb 2015
In the rain at the end of the day
without a breath being wasted
I still burn with fire deep within
I am not afraid
With temptations everywhere
In every corner of my life
I have done the best I can
And will continu to strive
The cords are in my hands only
the choices are mine to make
nobody can take my thoughts
as I walk my own way
The path so narrow hard to take
I go on, without a break
without a breath being wasted
I still burn with fire deep within
I am not afraid
With temptations everywhere
In every corner of my life
I have done the best I can
And will continu to strive
The cords are in my hands only
the choices are mine to make
nobody can take my thoughts
as I walk my own way
The path so narrow hard to take
I go on, without a break
This is a poem based on Invictus from William Ernest. The title is old Greek for Bravery.
(the Netherlands)
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