Shattered windows that I have begun to replace
Reinforcing the weak portions of my battered soul
as I race through waves of conflict which tear my mind
In travels called "Life's Stroll."

I've taken my blows and the medicine to heal the wounds..
To stand up and break the shackles of past's memories torment
Is a sweet delight to a sunny end to these mortal ruins.

Standing taller
Never kneeling to the dark one's commands
I sail a battle ship.... a plane shooting across the planes
of positive space.

You may take advantage of my kind nature
You may think your actions have "cashed" you in.
Prizes shall be mine.
Success in a dark storm that becomes bright...

As this flying fortress dances in it's ongoing flight.