Celtic Jig
Can you feel the change
do you feel it Storm?
I am a warrior, old soul.
the
I wear it as an honour to my clan
no longer shall I let things go,
or overlook a slight
no more, shall I bear humiliation
at the hands of some useless brute
never again…..no more
with or against me
I care neither way
for I know I can stand alone
obstacles and humours so huge
lies which hurt to the bone
destroyed my life as it was
yet now I rise like the
out of the ashes which had burned
my heart helped stoke the fire
on the table too small to hold or clear
the problems, but when I am finished,
on it I will dance the Celtic jig
because I no longer give a fig!
| Auteur: killea | ||
| Gecontroleerd door: Marina | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 mei 2011 | ||
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