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Sep 2013
Standing alone in the middle of the field
Fingers pulling the triggers
The air lights up like six o clock in the morning
the arrows all aim for me
I try to run but my feet won't move
On a battle field but I don't have a weapon
Lifting my arms to shield myself
And the arrows all aim for me
The sharp points waiting to pierce my skin
Like a trapped animal, I'm forced to surrender to my enemies

Every inch they get closer I'm stuffed with fear
My feet moves and I run for cover but I'm followed by a ball of flame waiting to devour me
My heart beating fast, searching for oxygen
I can't run away forever
I stopped to turn around, no running away time to face my fate
As the arrows pierce through me I burst into light showing myself the way
My fears, my pain it all makes a cloud of smoke shaping into your face and I know I prevailed
I face my demons and fought my fears
Even the drop of my tears shows signs of bravery
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OldSoul
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