Every word he utters
Sounds like a mighty roar
And his hands can stir storms
And great gusts of wind.
His eyes are weapons
Piercing through my heart
Scarring me,
Leaving me to be
Never the same ever again.
But behind that fierce facade
And thick skin toughened by time
Is a heart
Gently glowing with the embers of
Hope,
Faith,
And love.
It burns on not only with passion,
But with compassion.
It is a light and a lamp,
A firework and a forest fire.
He has might and bravery,
boldness and tenacity, but
In his power
He has purpose,
And in his leadership he extended
Love.
Look up and
See him soar high in the sky,
For he has written his name
In the book of the legendary.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 3:25 AM UTC
Every word he utters
Sounds like a mighty roar
And his hands can stir storms
And great gusts of wind.
His eyes are weapons
Piercing through my heart
Scarring me,
Leaving me to be
Never the same ever again.
But behind that fierce facade
And thick skin toughened by time
Is a heart
Gently glowing with the embers of
Hope,
Faith,
And love.
It burns on not only with passion,
But with compassion.
It is a light and a lamp,
A firework and a forest fire.
He has might and bravery,
boldness and tenacity, but
In his power
He has purpose,
And in his leadership he extended
Love.
Look up and
See him soar high in the sky,
For he has written his name
In the book of the legendary.
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