Please wave, push me hard, wash the strain away drain distrust on my way Put the struggle down, make it fade mold it with another clay
By Domenica Curro7 years ago in Poets
I want to be born again where there is no shame and I can be who I really am no one to blame no answers that cut you open
I polish my shield, from the dirt of this battlefield And I take my boots off since I don't need to go where I don't belong
I was the greatest believer the only thought of it makes me shiver faith and hope outreached the thickest shield
My life is a theater and I offer my spectacle Through the caliber of your own lenses No illusions, no false pretenses sometimes the action is tense
Going off the rails to release myself to pay my own bail I strain, try to refrain I think about it what does it entail?
l can hear my rant I am tired to hunt l tried hard to shield my heart You had plucked it all out from the thickest armor
