Of all the poison fate embezzles me with
My soul gets stronger, tougher to filth
I'll wait for the silver lining under the dark clouds that lope
Or snatch it out, with my own claws of hope
I am not a soul failures can enslave, with lashes
But a phoenix that could resurrect from its ashes
I am free. I am a rebel by will of my own.
I have figured out: Either I...
