JJ-stache

Beware my child,

for the night ends with glare.

From nowhere

the silence ought my prayer.

Which I fell upon

into the soul like rain in despair.

Behind my hidden door

there comes words spoken in rare.

O’ mountains, of heaven,

your power to bless.

I Struggle to bind

to a world that fell for less.

When hope, agreed,

to dance with fire to impress.

As I escape the night

the glare follows my tide.

To rise from within,

with music of strange,

I show you my pride.

Therefore, to defy,  

I conquer from inside.  

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