Remember I was born

I was born A raised fist A superman A self-esteem built through Tender love I was born A commitment A future My eyes carried a flame inherited Relentless struggle Scars and shadows that underlines Everything that we are As time leaves us behind I understand My fists opened up They come together In a series of Shame and regret Missed opportunity A wasted life Wasted dreams when I heard Nothing because I closed my ears Shut my eyes Spoke no more Dead outside as within I understand but I cannot Accept Reject this being with all its glory Glory and an endless sob story I was born with a flame I will extinguish it Keep the coal warm till it crumbles With the ashes let another write Write my sins down to remember Write me down to remember Remember Fist Fire Forging dreams Feeling love Forgiveness is a gift I refuse to take with me Remember to bury me under Flowers of Passion Remember to bury me

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jimmy-solanki

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