A young disciple of discipline is just, trying to dissipate negative traits. Hesitations of change are often in frame but most balloons don't fly straight. Instead there's the choice of multiple fates, played upon through invisible games. Who is listening, we're nowhere near finished yet, when the drifter remains in stages to claim.
Draw upon those who have taught you before, are these new lessons or echoes restored in repetition. Persistent tricks formed from stubborn habits, hidden in-kind to the back of our brains, where a complete disregard is often retained. Try observing yourself through the eyes of others, are you sure we're the same when shuffling states.
Light walks into my life, Like a shining stone at some height. It show the path and made it bright. Whenever I find myself in dark, it came to show right sight. My strength is in me, it taught and made me strong to fight.
light, the source of which is unknown but most of us has encountered it once or more which tell us what is righteous to be done, we doubt it first,but at the end it was right.
I let myself succumb to desires That aren't worthy to be nurtured I fall for the same sin, the same fault That I've a million times taught Myself not to surrender to But it keeps falling through The cracks of my soul Making me lose control Of the goodness inside