Reminiscing's of a Renegade

Leaf Six

The storm

Hours comes and goes in ticking

Bringing with it wounds that need licking.

Drenched in cold sweat of struggles,

Though hard we tried, but in every corner lingers troubles,

That lead to the overcoming of the

Storm.

Our past haunt us, in our sleep

Making the pit go on, seemingly so deep.

But all that is done, comes down in a slide,

All we can do is join in the jolly ride.

Even as we sat and cried.

We just need to overcome the...

Storm. 

The test is neigh.

We stare at the one up high,

Seeking his face in glory,

Holding our hands up in folly.

Nonetheless, each day comes with its thorns,

Only he can help tackle the bull by its horns.

So we can overcome the test of the

Storm. 

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