A Cold World
The cold world we live in
the pain and struggle just will not end.
The lies told in this world right here
will make and break your strength and fear.
Head held high and nose pointing directly to sky.
But, only you know the real pain the lies inside.
To sit here and take all this pain.
will make any ordinary person go insane.
Even though ,the cold hands are wrapped around my neck so viciously tight.
I am going to come out a warrior because I am determined to fight.
I will learn all the lessons and rise above all the pain
if not for the fame then to create a new name.
Not for the old me but the new me planned later on.
Because in the blink of eye the cold world along with me can be gone.
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