messy

Through the cracks

I admit many things pass

Through all the wars

What's left is not only scars

But its okay

for the light it also allows

won't lie down

in my tears too many times

I have drown

Even when i am forced to bow down

I still hold close my crown

Even when my skin wrinkle

And it choose to stick with a frown

I will be glad I am grown

My skin still shiny and brown

My heart is tired from jumping around

Yet my roots still tight to the ground

If I fail then, alright  

I will keep on making sound

There's no problem with the voices of the crowd

I'll blossom so proud too hard

You could see a reflection so bright

Independent here or there

They will start to feed of off the the undermined

Beneath the tongue like no other

Won't chew out this burning desire

To my promise I won't ever retire

Swear to the gods which ever way it goes I won't run after

Ima keep igniting the fire