The Road to change,
may be strange.
A courageous stare into hell's eyes
waves of fear and indecisive tides
Strength of ten thousand men
to lift your foot just to make a step..
The heart of steel
that won't burst open with the pressure
But it's worth it
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The Voice of My Silence
PoetryThe words that he spat germinated and grew into the tree that overshadowed him What goes around.. From the author: vote and comment if you like what you see
