Walkin tall,
on the broken pieces of glass,
and slippin on the icy road,
to get up again and keep walkin,
above all the misery,
the world full of despise,
with my tender heart,
and no cage to protect it,
from the bruises ,
that are my home,
with all the love that i have,
and my heart and the cry,
my guns in the sky,
i keep walkin to what,
my life has in store for me,
someday,
the love i give,
will burn a hole,
in destiny itself.
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