WarriorA Poem by T.S. Sky
Hope
Small word Big Dreams Smile Through the pain Let the rain Hit my smile Taste Defeat To gain Victory Icy grins of evil souls Think they won A battle Not in their favor Winning is never in the favor Of icy souls Gods and Goddesses dance To a beat of faith To a rhythm of victory A melody of haste The hour is ours to win Ours to claim Good will win God will win © 2018 T.S. Sky |
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