My name is my own
I- the son of those I do not know
My passion is one unto itself,
My loved ones of my own choosing
There faces- my future
My future of my own bringing.
My deeds I committed with my own heart
My thoughts titled within themselves
Unspoken
they thrive bright, blooming
Glistening in my my mind;
Taking flight.
I
The oppressed will survive in this land so forgotten.
It is time.
Time to live the life that is calling, humming through my veins.
I is what made me,
And I is what shall stand.
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
My name is my own
I- the son of those I do not know
My passion is one unto itself,
My loved ones of my own choosing
There faces- my future
My future of my own bringing.
My deeds I committed with my own heart
My thoughts titled within themselves
Unspoken
they thrive bright, blooming
Glistening in my my mind;
Taking flight.
I
The oppressed will survive in this land so forgotten.
It is time.
Time to live the life that is calling, humming through my veins.
I is what made me,
And I is what shall stand.
