
Crimson tide that washed over me,
With gruelling pace, it broke free.
To where life was but a dread,
Not full of miracles, but misery.
Moontime, not serene as it may sound,
Dark and twisted, my dreams it bound.
Once weakened me, this thread,
Agony and heirs, not peace, I found.
But makes me strong, it now does,
Yet carefree whispers belittle it to a cuss.
Time to finally put this to bed,
What’s a change without a little fuss?
Spread to all the word and the sooth,
No longer is my youth uncouth.
Through smiles, tears and rage, I bled,
For life, I fought nail and tooth.
High time it is, you faced the flood,
Let’s paint the world red o’ blood.
Do fly over sky and
Triumph over challenges.
Make every thorny paths in to comfort way toward success 🙌