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That rage was meant to reveal the truth from behind those eyes open wide
He was stubborn and stood up for what he believed in
Even though he was a man now,his childishness was still a part of him
He looked like an angel sent from above
With those sparkling eyes,he seemed the true face of love
He was so wild but he had a beating heart
His savage way to live was like an only art
He was strong because he was forged in pain
Today he ruled because he never stopped when it rained
Even though it hurt,he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
Writing out my own words has shown me multitudes within myself.
I used to think finding oneself was a joke.
Until I ripped off the bandage and let me wounds breathe.
I want to be part of something better,
sail skies to unknown paradise
while finding love in bones
I call my own.
