And now I feel I've seen it all,
But the familiarity proves me a fool.
I could've have been anything I wanted to be at all,
I just wasn't given the tools.
But now I'm taking it back and I'll give a good tussle,
Honing the power of my bare hands.
Never again shall I fear another man, I've gained strength that is much more than muscle.
While the pure white of the clouds will wander and return,
The blue sky won't stop wailing for a second.
Only it knows about life after death and it seems to be nothing like heaven.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 7:24 PM UTC
And now I feel I've seen it all,
But the familiarity proves me a fool.
I could've have been anything I wanted to be at all,
I just wasn't given the tools.
But now I'm taking it back and I'll give a good tussle,
Honing the power of my bare hands.
Never again shall I fear another man, I've gained strength that is much more than muscle.
While the pure white of the clouds will wander and return,
The blue sky won't stop wailing for a second.
Only it knows about life after death and it seems to be nothing like heaven.
