Sunday, October 2, 2016

The Hero Within

Crown scraped, town lookin’ for escape, wishin’ for a hero who’s caped.
Midnight takes, in middle of the night, people wake, fearful of their fate.
Fear’s here, fear’s there, in everyone rests a wishful cheer.
Inside their chest, they need wake only the best.

Work harder, here comes a test,
no multiple choice, answers lie within your chest.
Nowhere to lie, get up from a falsified mess.
Digress on less, and you won’t be able to save what’s left.

What’s left when you don’t have anything left?
- - - The beating that lies within your chest…


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