In the land of my descendants, I pray for a better way,
A way to succeed, to break chains and lead without a trace.
Because I don't want to be recognized,
But I want my words to be the way to advise.
I have been an immigrant since I can remember,
Trying to work out how to be remembered.
Because there's no worse way to die
Than Oversimplifying your life.
Looking at the mirror, asking who you really are?
Advise the younger generations, that there's always hope,
That they are not alone, and forever there will be love.
Love to give, Love to receive,
For this is the only thing we need to succeed.
Some days you might feel alone,
But remember what you are fighting for.
In the silence of the night,
Most warriors await to rise.
What makes you believe, you are not one?
Rise like a phoenix and burn everything around you,
So they can remember the revolution you left
Behind you.
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Seasons: Love, Life & Fate
PoezjaThe thoughts and poems written on this piece of digital paper are just based on my understanding of my surroundings. This is why I hope any of the people who read it, can find comfort or feel understood by these words. More importantly, I want to in...
