I stand amongst the bleeding, bent, and broken,
I'm clad in years of dust and sweat.
I look above the crumbling horizon,
Searching for truth that glimmers yet.

I break my chains with silent resolution,
And let my latent wings unfold.
I soar without a plan into the sunlight
That melts away the rot and cold.

Tomorrow could be yesterday reheated,
But I can't bear to live that way.
And if I fly alone, I am a maverick;
Alone or not, I seize the day.
Last edited by flame843 at Nov 13, 2007,