07-19-2013, 10:28 PM
Going down a river, Water smashing against rock,
Nowhere to turn to, But only downstream
Into Chaos.
My boat tossed back and forth, My paddle nearly snapped,
Into the white foam I go, Not knowing if I’ll come back.
I go all about, twist, turns and all,
Nowhere else to turn to,
But only inside, Where optimism still lies,
And where dreams seem to prosper.
Hope is all I cling to, and endurance keeps me free,
For if I give up now, my dreams will be smashed
Into Smithereens.
Past all the obstacles I go, Freedom in my grasp.
The trial is now over, but I still can not relax,
For life on rapids is not easy, But only challenges to be held,
Rewarded with only achievement, Which is worth more than gold itself.
Nowhere to turn to, But only downstream
Into Chaos.
My boat tossed back and forth, My paddle nearly snapped,
Into the white foam I go, Not knowing if I’ll come back.
I go all about, twist, turns and all,
Nowhere else to turn to,
But only inside, Where optimism still lies,
And where dreams seem to prosper.
Hope is all I cling to, and endurance keeps me free,
For if I give up now, my dreams will be smashed
Into Smithereens.
Past all the obstacles I go, Freedom in my grasp.
The trial is now over, but I still can not relax,
For life on rapids is not easy, But only challenges to be held,
Rewarded with only achievement, Which is worth more than gold itself.