Light

Why people suffer, I gotta ask. There's something deep inside a heart of mine that shines things intertwine. When things dull be, I reminisce on memories cold. So as to bring me short. So as to limit me soft. Nimble like a small rock, I test the dark then because the small hurts my heart to release the different which is me strong. I have a rebellious heart, a stubborn head and a knife next to me. I'd like softness like tree roots but they hold a tree strong. How come I'm loose as a string but a soldier I am. Though that's what I don't know. What about the possibility that I'm of death in it's cause. To die roast open in halves like a devil and an angel. Yet, then I ask again why people have to suffer ? Makes no sense to play the game of losing. I guess I have an instinctive nature to continue an affirm head straight to go. Many has witnessed my...