Like a stallion I race to the sunset
raging the windstorms off to my best bet
leading the flock towards victory
carving the walls to tell my story
Night comes and covers it all like a shadow
Here I wait in the whistling sounds of the meadow
The sound of silence slowly crosses my way
Alone, I stumble to reach the light of day
Along with the crowd I mingle to paint the clouds with joy
Like a child who enjoys the essence of a beautiful toy
Rain comes and lightning strikes without fear
Alone again I walk in the valley with a rolling tear.
Howling like the wolf in the deep blue sky
Blazing like a hawk as quiet as a sigh
As powerful as the ray of the sun so wide
Alone I fall with my pains inside
Invincible to the armies of war
With my shining armor I seize the day like a shooting star
Defeating the perils of ancient Rome
At the end of the day …I still walk home alone.
raging the windstorms off to my best bet
leading the flock towards victory
carving the walls to tell my story
Night comes and covers it all like a shadow
Here I wait in the whistling sounds of the meadow
The sound of silence slowly crosses my way
Alone, I stumble to reach the light of day
Along with the crowd I mingle to paint the clouds with joy
Like a child who enjoys the essence of a beautiful toy
Rain comes and lightning strikes without fear
Alone again I walk in the valley with a rolling tear.
Howling like the wolf in the deep blue sky
Blazing like a hawk as quiet as a sigh
As powerful as the ray of the sun so wide
Alone I fall with my pains inside
Invincible to the armies of war
With my shining armor I seize the day like a shooting star
Defeating the perils of ancient Rome
At the end of the day …I still walk home alone.
totally get this! konek! haha!
ReplyDeletewell, take your own advice in my blog...best of both worlds right? at the end of the day, even if we still tread the long walk home alone, there is still more good than there is bad...there will always be more laughs than there are tears..its just a matter of choice..smile and wave!
haha! i just read from your FS comment that this was inspired from my blog entry..haha! level up! thank u...hehehehe! ang buhok ko ara na da sa California ang kalaba-on! haha!
ReplyDeleteBTW, the word "stallion" in this poem just catches me..dunno why..but it adds strenth and depth sa poem..hehe!
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ReplyDeletethe picture says it all. be a warior against your weakness manong. you see youself alone and crying? going home with your car windows open and trying to catch some breath to withdraw your tears? your are not alone. its only your brain who thinks it that way... we cannot know wer we will be heading. Life is always fair, man always sees imperfection and considers it as blemishes of their own. sigh and smile. you'll be okay.
ReplyDeleteyou are a warior, yes you were.. now continue.
BE HAPPY!