Rising Through the Storm

The world is asleep, not ready to wake. It knows its

mistakes, still says none my blame. I try every way.

I feel I might drown, but I won't bend, I won't fear.

I will come back around. Deep in my mind, I think to

myself, "Will I be sold by the hands of this world?"

Strong waves are coming, pulling me deep. Trying to keep me right where

I sleep. My walls are breaking, I'll build them again.

To reach my goal, I'll walk through the flame. For what I