December 7, 2008 § 13 Comments
pull the noose so tight,
that to kill,it feels it has no right.
cut the ropes which bind
and take it away from the fiend.
No one can own
and for our sake we have borne
many an insult and hapless innuendo
but now this our life our crescendo.
The world shall be the world
and it can say it wants about us,herald
people can,passing on gossip,
but this our path,our trip.
Never drop the courage,
it is the best among the ripe vintage.
In you ,you know you are the strongest
and the light shines the brightest!