The Darkness in Bright

Rigid in my standing

Magic in my hands 

Power in my hands 

Love in my soul

 

They say thine presence,

leaves a trail behind. 

For I shall not know

I do not witness what 

lies behind me.

 

Blindly, being judged 

by the everlasting mask.

Being followed

Being watched

Being scared 

Being hurt

 

Always trying, always trying

Children run away

Parents lock their doors

Elders pray and hope

 

Why must I suffer this?

Why must I live this?

But one day will do justice

One day






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