How can a Soldier fight the battle
When he's wounded,
Without a sword
Look at the sky
Know it's gonna be okay
I know in the end
It's not my fight today.
But while I'm wounded
I'm on the floor
It's all I can see
As I'm crying out,
On my knees.
Hoping,
Praying,
Fighting.
I know, I can't give up today.
So I Rise,
And move with faith.
YOU ARE READING
From The Pen To The Soul
PoezjaSometimes, writing isn't an option; it's a necessity. This is my story. Everything I write, is a part of me. But it's up to you, to find your story; connect to yourself through my writing. (Most of these are sent to my big sister)
