karrima

You can never amount to anything With a dream like that! You need to be real Or you won't make money, and that's a fact! I remember that conversation Clearly You were wrong To make such an accusation. You told me that my dreams Had no worth That I would fail You said that I would never be redeemed. But I was determined And so I rose To meet your challenge To make you regret your words After all Isn't the best revenge The proof That you were wrong? Isn't the best prize Found in knowing That you worked And succeeded? I chose to rebel I made my path In the field That I chose. I sowed my seeds. I tended the shoots. I gave it my love, my ti

Tonight the sun sets And darkness with its cold caress Beckons to the weary traveler Lay down his head to rest. The candle burns slowly The traveler's light can only Last so long. Tonight, the sun sets Its brilliant red Burns hot and fast Tantalizing promise of things to come yet. The traveler's feet are weary He walks with heavy feet and slow Just as the little candle Dims its glow. Tonight, the sun sets On the traveler's slumber Within his bed His silver band tinted with red Winks at the visitor cloaked in black Who by his bedside waits For the final breath of slumber.

Human nature is funny One simple word Can break everything right down