The stone holds no threat unless it’s thrown
Anger has no power unless it’s owned
Struggle has no ending
unless you sprinkle a little joy on it
Most who don’t fight with their fists
Fight with their hearts
Learn to tell them apart

Some surgeons come with no degrees
Hands that frees
Nails that cut deep, opening scars
That should be locked up in prison bars
Veins that flow venom
All we fear is a flatline a broken spine
A coffin that lays 6 feet away from life