"The Forecast"

The cold bitter nights trying to break me,

Trying to destroy me or so it so it seems to be.

But my heart and spirit is full of heat

That the coldest breeze couldn't even compete.

That power of desire,

Lit with fire,

Will always keep me warm.

Even trough the thunderstorm.

I know I'm going to get with the worst

When if i touch it, it will burst.

But with my strength as one people

I could beat it without even trying.

You can't  stop this one.

I' m not even done.

You make it rain, hail, snow, I don't care,

I'll just win by blowing hot air.

Let's just say I outdo the forecast,

Because I'll shine no matter how it slash.

Just in case you didn't know

When I shine,I told you so.

 
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