34 years of misery and a life time of pain.
Very little sunshine so it is that I dance in the rain.
Never giving up this life long fight.
Raging war on the dawn and battling through the night.
My heart the battle field were dreams lie in waste.
Praying to a silent god that victory I will one day taste.
Drifting through the memories of the chances I could not take.
Never finding my knees I stand strong and refuse to break.
So it is I remain me,battered and dirty, but still very much so proud.
Fading into the background becoming just another face in the crowd.
