
Push me to my doom
It awaits me with glad hearts
How dread dared to show face,
Infuriates me,
Challenging the strong holds of my mind,
Making doubt a nuisance to my soul.
But in all, rigid was all I was
Swayed left, swayed right
In these, the wind I felt
Thunderstorms all around
It swept me not
Tho to deny my garment's weakness,
I cannot,
Cos that's all it got
I remained shameful,
But naked in pride.
Wanting to feel me and be me,
Doubting still the possibility
Questions almost asked..
Journeys almost venture..
But no! I've refused to park my bags
Comfort now is family
And still I'm standing
Questions almost asked..
Journeys almost venture..
But no! I've refused to park my bags
Comfort now is family
And still I'm standing
Swayed left, swayed right,
In Ernest, I don't mind
For unfailingly
I stand rigid
For in silence it's cold I'll catch
For unfailingly
I stand rigid
For in silence it's cold I'll catch
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