In the abyss where wispers creep.
A spark ignites in the middle of the deep.
With tale to tell,they said :
Be strong,weallmust grown .
Yetlife unvield its darkest show.
Am I to young to hide in this storm ?
Or to an insurgent,I shall transform ?
In a world sofake ,I take my stand
Under the eclipsed moon I command .
Through huricanes eyes ,I tread,
Batteling my demons in my heads field .
Voices loud ,my heart unbound
In chaos, my soul is found .
Questioning normes, daring the nights.
My spirit soars in fearless flight .
STORMES,RAGE , silence dread inside my mind , where dreams are bred
Rebellion signs, a guiding light .
From darkest depths, I emerge bright .
Though trials, tears , I clutch my mind in darkness seeking beams of light .
In the world of grown ups , I won’t loose
For rebellion’s path is what I choose .
They said be strong cause they all are grown old .
Am I too young to hide undr the bed ?
Am I too young to feel so cold ?
Or it’s just lives battle wounds .
This life has shown me the worst,
Yet I rise ,I rebel, from the cursed.
I didn’t seek the path of strife.
But I’m finding myself in a fight for life .
With every step tofind my inner peace .
As a rebellion, my thoughts release
No longer hiding, I come to light
Whit burning passion , I claim my rights .
My voice may crack , my heart may bleed
Maybe through this pain ,I’ll find my peace .
To every scar,and every wound,
In rebellion’s grip, I’m bold .
Through grave yards dark,where my dreams once died .
I walk with stardust by my side
In the quiet, the night roars,
Yet I keep searching opening doors .