The song that stamped awesomeness locked within me,
That which I could only see through hearing,
My admiration,
My crushes,
And crashes,
The young girl that saw so much,
Had so much strength,
And enough wit to go through it all.
Giving so much to myself when few did,
Inhaling all that comes with being with me,
Knowing oneself,
The being that breathes fire under water,
The one whose happiness is limited,
But deep joy knows no limits,
The being that sees beauty in all seen and heard.
That girl that defied all odds,
All shortcomings,
And came forth to be the awe we see today.
All the goodness oozing all over flesh of thine flesh.
Silence of the heart does not always mean peace,
My daughter has taught me it means one is human enough,
To know the thin line between sacrifice and reward.
Never once did I think I would go back,
Again,
To the very place I so dreaded,
Having locked away all that is me,
How could I do it?
How would I?
Death is not something you make cheap talk with.
It is like the bitter landlord,
Who believes all are against his quest to be rich.
I should not have been toying with the possibility of going to the other side.
Of the chance to see that which I believed was gone forever.
Life is good.
It gives us experiences we never thought we would have.
If you can imagine it,
Then that's not it.
It will probably be better than you imagined.
That's why we say 'unimaginable'.
We can never outdo life.
He who has created enough inspiration for Kings and heads,
Pieces known to bag awards.
Love, death and life,
They all have one thing in common.
They have us.
