I will not fall, - I will stand tall.
3 AM. I lock my hands,
My eyes feel the heavy tears fall to my temples like speeding train. Memories fash back in speed of light and I pray, initiating my false dreams and failed goals. Realizing my faded innocence,
I pray once more for the dream I only drempt back as a child,
And the secret seeks within me, under my tounge where I'll never speak anyone to.
I feel a sudden air. I am to breathe as my lungs catch it's breath.
I'd reciprocate any day now for that sheet of past..
I roll, and lay on my side whispering,
'..Thank you God for this night..'
I pray, and pray, Till my eyes tide away.