The city lights,
Though surrounded in darkness,
Shine through, Reminding me of you.
Not the light above me,
Or the ground beneath me,
Can tell the sight of my heart.
Too small for joy it seems,
Too large for sorrow,
Though surrounded by millions of you,
Not one can replace you.
My steps are forward but moving back.
Every step counts, no
My heart beat pounds, no
If my fist could guard my heart,
If my kicks could take me far enough,
It would be a miracle,
To see my frown turned upside down.
My vision's still blurry,
And I can't help but think I see you clearly.
Rip my heart away,
Replace it with my fist because it can put up a better fight.
Take away my smile,
My eyes will say all my mouth will stutter.
I'll be picking pieces of you,
In every one of them is a bit of me.
In the city lights,
Though they flicker,
They make it through the night.
Of days passed,
And beasts within.
Never did I dream of one day flying so high.
Hope's a wonderful thing,
It had made a warrior from the timid girl I once knew.
Not every war is meant to be won,
Not every tear is meant to cause sadness.
Sometimes,
Our most genuine emotions are the ones that may put us in harm's way,
But the very thing that caused you trouble,
Will give you the armour you need to fight your battles.
Going on your knees may not always mean submission.
May give you the ample space to drive your spear through thine enemy's heart.
But the ability to fight off the urge, will cut you from the crowd,
Will make you king.
Every lesson is a new weapon to win your many battles.
But then again, is that what t is about?
Winning?
Knowing ones goal will set them apart,
Cut them from the group,
Knowing how to get to it,
Will keep you at the top of the group.
Music,
Beautiful rhythm that makes one dance.
Wind,
Like that which wheezes between your fingers,
Touch,
Like that of a baby's palm,
Will be the centre of your soul.
Every high has its low,
Every king his mistress,
And every strength, a weakness.
Know yours.
It is the first step towards making the person that is you become what you never thought you could be.
Hope,
Makes a better you,
King with the mistress,
High with the low,
Strength, with the weakness.
Bring me to life,
Clear the water from my head.
Bring me to light,
Keep the darkness at bay.
Let me see what I was meant to see, clear the cloud from my eye.
See me put up a fight,
It is all I am left to do.
The waters are rising,
My feet losing feeling.
I am kicking and shouting,
No.
Not a single sound.
Bring me to life,
I am yet done.
Bring me a tag,
Write survivor on it.
My breath was hard earned,
and hard it will be given away.
Bring me to sanity,
Help me understand what it is like to want to stay, not leave.
Bring me to love,
It is the only engine a fighter can ride on.
When did I stop dreaming?
And believing even though I had wings small like a weaver bird's,
I could soar high like an eagle?
When did I take a back seat, and laid back so I couldn't take any better views, except for a few blurry ones?
When?
Did I say it is all right to be second, third, fourth or fifth,
Instead of being the best I could be
A master of my own art.
An artist so gifted, you are yet to see your best?
When did I stop dreaming, of becoming a painter?
When all that mattered would be my canvas and my brushes,
And I would pour it all out, lay my very being on my canvas?
My tears, my laughter, my sweat and my blood,
All for the sake of life.
Do not go through it.
Live it.
Every moment counts.
Every breath high-valued.
My canvas, my means to validate my dreams,
My brushes, the sword with which to fight this war.
A war I should never have stopped fighting,
Because when you do,
You stop being an eagle.
