This is a Cruel Life
I am a small candle inside this infinite abyss
How will I live if suffering is a metaphor?
I didn’t wish to part of this cruel world.
Prejudices and criticisms are my enemies
We live for that thing.
This is a cruel life, an ill fate
My destination’s through the unknown horizon.
Wish I could go to the end of that rainbow
Where I can find my pot of gold
And I will rise like a dark horse
Take my courage to live along
I am an angel in the land of gods and monsters
I am living in the grace of felicity
But that was before in this cruel world
She made me feel I’m a trash
She didn’t know I am a gold.
I am the one to define who I am
I am the one to walk along the storm
Love yourself as you love another
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure
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GENESIS Red
Poesie"Solitude is the soil in which genius is planted, creativity grows, and legends bloom; faith in oneself is the rain that cultivates a hero to endure the storm, and bare the genesis of a new world, a new forest." This is my second attempt to produce...
