Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Strength

My tired soul is stained with sin,
From waging a war I cannot win.
I've grown so weary,
These eyes are teary,
The dampest they have ever been.

Until the end I'll ever fight,
For the sanctity of what is right.
Through rain and hail,
I will prevail,
Although the end is out of sight.

Yet here i am, still standing strong,
Trying my best to carry on,
And through it all,
I will not fall,
I'll persist until the pain is gone.


Even when I bruise and bleed,
Deprived of all that I need,
I will never submit,
I cannot quit,
I'll do what it takes to succeed.

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