Courage
Listening to the sounds of the world one day, i get the small feeling that didnt seem to go away;
Life is too short to run through blindly.. But zoned out and chilling someone had to remind me;
sitting here reminescing on the good fun i had, gives deep deep feelings that no real man should have;
the fact that i grew up and became a real man, leaves me stuck sitting here life in the palm of my hand...
battling between school homework and main attractions, wondering why life is full of such distractions;
remember life is to short to go through blindly, god never gave the spirit of fear so my courage is what guides me
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