In a time when all is flame,
in a time when the fire burns,
I will be brave.
In a time of so many negative turns,
in the lord's holy name,
I will be brave.
In a time with only God to blame,
in a time of death and sorrow and morns,
I will be brave.
I will walk tall in this painful wave.
And times from this time when I am done,
fighting this fire, fighting this pain,
fighting this painful flame,
I will call myself brave,
for I have been brave.
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Poetry By A Traveller
Poetry"Come travel through my mind." A collection of random poems I have composed. These poems are of my innermost thoughts and spirit, a journey through my mind. It might be a bit crazy at times but we are all crazy, so. I dedicate them to all lovers of...
