Once was I a noble man, chaste of mind and honour great;
Then torn down and decimated by true love's great hate.
Little did I know then, I'd become what I am now;
I don't hate - I never could, I refuse to learn how.
Broken, torn and loathing myself, I recalled my past;
Now the bitter memories flood so very, bloody fast.
I used it, my ancient pain, to quell the hurt I felt;
And look at me soaring now - I can say I truly felt!
I am now a wond'rous man, complete in all I need;
No girl or babe or lady could fear this kindest steed.
From the heart did this here stoic man love and feel and fail;
From my soul I know that to love is not to be frail.
I now walk again...!
And the pain...!
I will wait for it to leave...!
Nothing lasts forever...!
This I've learned the hard way...!
Tue Nov 03, 2009 1:22 pm
