Survive
Islands of beauty Yet alone on two feet No destination This journey is vital to inner growth Thrown in survival mode How will I survive? Blueprints all around hinting towards the way What others have done for themselves can’t keep me sane No outline determining who makes the cut Pure hunger burns inside me How will I eat? Back home there are people waiting for my victory Some plotting on my death Voodoo their weapon of choice How will I rise? I listen… Closed eyes embracing the oceans voices Natures sound signaling my heart Its up to me To survive Brooke Jean (C) 2012
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