after all these years

Breathe in the night
That crusted tired sunrise
Born again the day
Brings young naivety

All those years
After all these years
Forget about all the troubled times

All those years
I was hurting to feel
Something more than life,

From nothing
Several times close to death
Many times hard to breath
Keep fighting

on behalf of scars, bloods, and broken bones
pride of burning skin and pains
and respect for losing angers, hatred and tears

should I scare for losing, suffering, be nothing,...or damned, rejected, abused?

I'm dreaming, I'm wishing, I'm staring
I'm walking on the straight line

WE ARE BORN TO BE A BRAVE MAN!

galuh son's ------------------ part1 (to be continued)
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