The Past [something I wrote a while back]
Looking back at the past,
Let me tell you a story.
A boy who was sure to finish last,
but today standing in glory.
Born into the light,
Grew up to see the truth.
eventually turned to fight,
At the prime of his youth.
Everything he needed,
Was at his grasp.
Expectations exceeded,
an then he fell at last.
He was a warrior,
Trained to forever strife.
Once a formitable soldier,
began to lose his sight.
Darkness consumed him,
he let it happen.
The light was dim,
His transformation begins.
The aura within,
wraped and consealed.
It has always been,
God became his sheild.
This boy, who became a man,
turned his back to look up.
The true journey was given,
as the spirit filled his cup.
He saw the world in a better view,
admireing every detail.
This freedom was new,
uncovering another trail.
This was the start,
Of the new me.
As i pack up to depart,
To uncover uncharted seas.
This is the new chapter in my story.
