Standing here, no more fear
Mold us now, much to allow
Be what we are, or be what we may
In life, at times, it feels a bit gray
Vulnerable, but also hidden
March on, past lands, forbidden
Command, demand, and depart
Rising resilience, before we start
Defining factor, not skin deep
As tea leaves soak, so we seep
Marked for mission and calling
Speaking up, never to be stonewalling
Drafted, crafted, and robotic
Filing through life, chaotic
Foiled fools, brainwashed schools
We are unique and stunning
Hearts drumming, as we're running
Dodging bullets from those we least expect
Rest of life, recovering from such wreck
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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