money, fame, glory
Childhood was so rough the only option was to come up with a story
Adulthood came early and taught me to be discerning
But in a world full of colour hues its easy to pick the shivering blue
Fell into a whirlpool, a black hole so dark my memory vanished
But these lessons I learned taught me to survive in famish
So I worked for the juxtaposition because I deserve lavish
So stunning and blessed I came to be
Never let that light die in me
I knew I would make it with the right opportunities
So I learned how to be hardworking and ambiguities
A humbling story and sometimes sad
But I am grateful and cherish moments I will always have
But I moved on, looking good, getting back
Everything they took from me I used to have

a criminal guts and glory is,
a celebration of a century
a century is a celebration,
of a century
a century celebrate a criminal,
celebration of a century
guts and glory celebrate a,

criminal guts and glory
glory of a crime is glory’s crime
a crime is a glory of a crime
a crime is a glory of a criminal
a crime’s glory is a crime’s guts and glory
celebration is celebration of a glory crime
celebration is celebration of a celebrated century

guts is glory’s celebration
guts is guts of a glory
guts is crime’s guts
guts is crime’s guts of glory
glory is crime’s glory
glory is crime’s crime
glory is crime’s guts and glory

DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, what if I am a runaway not willing to remember???:]


possibility on a flying swing

maybe the moods maybe the winds

on my mind scarred on miles so pure so delicate

crumbling with the soon to forget forever drowned

don't know how far that red prison would grant me a benefit

lions scratching the waves of my pride

miss thirteen on lights of glory

fading on forest thorns and wilds before me

not even sure if you and me whispered in that stupid dark seen


                                                          ­                               ------ravenfeels