another day has come and gone
I've been walked on again
yet I'm still strong
I move forward
refuse to sit still
turn the other cheek
that of witch most would kill
I hear a voice in my mind
it gives me strength
even a sign
It says that you can do it
these crosses are yours
in the day of days
I will recieve my rewards
even when I feel I could snap
I call a friend
and end up a sap
the choice's we make
define our soul
calls the cosmos
and makes me whole
a work of art
made better from my pain
never again will I live in vain
everyone has this power and choice
it resides inside us all
even brought out by voice
sometimes deep and trapped within
its our choice's that can make it a kin
so go out in this world, beautiful, yet cold
try everyday to break the fuckin mold!
