Point Blank


High School is wearing thin.

What have these 4 years taught me?

Why, that is to keep high your chin.

Whatever I'm thrown, I handle at ease,

for I know that God helps make life a breeze.

"You're not good enough" they say, 

but hit me with your best shot and I will

show you what I portray. 

I protray independence, beauty, and sin.

Sin? We are all guilty in some way. 

Sin is a flaw, but the man up above 

makes it an outlaw.

You, me, we, are all flawless.

Point blank, do you, and troubles 

will seem to be smallest. 


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