The storms of lighting dies so quickly,
The world is seemingly pretty.
When I look up with the rain hitting my skin,
Calming my blood of what felt like ice within.Closing
my eyes I await this surging power,
Once I open my eyes I bloom like a beautiful flower.
How can I do this?
To think about the reminisce?
To remember what I was I have to try,
No matter how many times I had to cry.
To open this heart to grow warmer,
Yet to open this soul to grow stronger.
How can I ever fight against these demons screaming my name?
Surrounding my soul in darkness they say "You must remain."
Screaming of dying breathes and the roars above me,
They can scream and they can hurt me...
Overriding my thoughts into their's I know I can't fight alone,
Do I stay on the ground and give up or get back on my feet and still be grown?
Chances may as well be limited,
There's nothing else but spirited.
Find that anger and let it burn you,
Clenching my fingers into fists into this breakthrough.
The real question is...
Are you really going to stand there and let these demons kill everyone you love?
...Or are you going to fight to the death to fight those demons to protect
those you love?