The man who survived
Tell me once again the story about the man I used to be
Sailing in a sinking ship on a sea of sympathy
Heading to the whirlpool where I would sail across your frown
A sea of hate called bullying is where fate says I will drown
But I have no tears for that man, he is a man of yesterday
Fear and pain feature no more, courage took them away
To a land where time stands still to a land where time forgot
Nowhere I would rather be, I'm here and you are not
Fake tears rained through my heart like acid through a cloud
The blanket that I wrapped you in became your blood stained shroud
You wrapped it tight around my neck and cast me from the shore
On a trip marked my fataility, yet I rise again once more
As the mist leaves the cold dark land that I left behind
The sun rises to the sky it is one of a kind
Warm and red it beats so hot just like the blood within
The same blood that was installed to me I pass on to my kin
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I've read
this a few times and I really like it. You've written a strong message on uplifting oneself. I really enjoyed reading this one, good morning read. Thanks. raskin