With strength I do recon, the world will know me
The power to overcome I found, to always be
To be means that I am, as strange as it seems
Carrier of those needing, fulfiller of dreams
My Arms are wide open, my chest is exposed
Some shoot their arrows; they’re envious and engrossed
My arrogance, they name it, it angers their soul
Yet all I am trying, is making broken whole
Oft times when I see it, my eyes can’t avert
The suffering of people, the hearts that are hurt
Compelled I am to aid these, bring back once their joy
But asking for nothing, there really is no coy
And here is see them aiming, their arrows at my heart
For if others are hurting, and they do not start
To see and to aid this, when I try my best
Its shows them what they lack, forget all the rest.
O mirror sweet mirror, o shatterer of masks
Let those that grow offended, of themselves ask
What is it that I do, that angers them so
Surely if they knew, no longer they aim their bow
Again arrogance is seen in these words, if they seek
But none of what I do, is truly unique
They could do it too, its easy, nothing new
They often give their words, but for once follow trough.
A simple old saying, of cultures long lost
A man is as good as his word; still sounds just
And often people, they jump to agree
And though they agree, their arrows are aimed at me.
With strength I do recon, the world will know me
The power to overcome I found, to always be
To be means that I am, as strange as it seems
Carrier of those needing, fulfiller of dreams
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saliant detail, een leven geleden geschreven na voor de zoveelste keer in een relationele strijd tussen twee personen in te zijn gestapt. Hoe makkelijk mannen zich dan bedreigt voelen en hoe snel vrouwen dan denken dat je ze probeert te versieren.. als het niet zo zielig was, had het grappig kunnen zijn.