I know who I am and I'm trapt on a dark road.
Heartless thoughts buried beneath a catacomb.
War lords follow my steps every place that I go.
From the inside this negative status settles with a dim glow.
One day bursting into an illuminating show.
Burning shadows keep me at an all time low.
Fearing this specter, my confidence has been overthrown.
Stripped of my pride and then given scars and tattered clothes.
Hearing deceit through the language of foes.
The volume is rising and the tension just grows.
I've battled enough; Due away with the cons and give me the pros.
Give me enough traction to climb towards my goals.
These shoes are worn to the point that I see the protrusion of toes.
From millions of miles of trying to please all these souls.
We can play many characters, but we're only content when we discover our true role.By: Dayne M. Rohn
