Every time the rain no longer falls and I see the sky, I think back to when I was a child who could only cry, Blindly chasing after him, I fell far behind, My only thought, “One day I will be stronger,” Camaraderie and gratitude, Fading with the wind, Am I stronger now than I was before, Or as weak as back then? I don’t know for sure, but until I do, My voyage will not end, No matter what’s next, I’m walking straight ahead The voices inside me, Push me to keep surviving, I’ll go on, I’ll get through, No matter what I’ve gotta do The fiercest storms of all can pour on me, I don’t care, Why in the world would I turn back? There’s no way anything will take what I hold dear away from me, I know the future’s there for me to see…
The Tree,<br />
My sap flows from the hole bored within my shield, and yet i question why I feel flatter than a day old pancake ;-)
This could be well written if the punctuation wasn't so atrocious.