Till My Demise
Till the last moment that I gaze upon the immaculate sun
In those days that I couldn't hold it back
Living in my regrets and wanting to just run
Loathing over it and knowing it is a fact
Meaning to and doing are like light compared to day
You can be within the wolves that fight or die within the prey
Diligently look for the right moment to be profound
Every time I push a spark begins to ignite
Mighty and just, I am an eagle that flies to the sound
Iam the beholder of my destiny and that is my right
Swaying in the grass the trees spoke my name
Either I use what I'm given or have it taken away just the same
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