kiss the thorn and the rose bleeds

Day shall betray the glory achieved,
People shall shed their skins
Flesh seems sweeter than ever,
Man lives on...
The stories and the songs of the unsung heroes
Being sung, ruse will win over the power,
The might will strengthen,
The heart beats faster than ever
Only to slow down,
Death lying beneath the thought
Lay low, throw light, and kiss the whip
Run the race, love the defeat,
Grow...Grow all over again,
Be the man you aspire to be
Stand up, read on, and lose,
Believe, be the bolder thought,
Train the weakest line, stand up and live on
Live like what you cannot be,
Live here, live there and live every where.
You shall not be betrayed, you will
Still bleed till death.
You will still stand up,
You shall still lead; the ruse will still win,
The thought might not be dead,
There is no protest there is no blood
No whip, no man, just the thought
The thought of what shall be it.
The thought of what shall it be,
The thought of being a man for all
The thought of being all for a man
The thought shall still live.
I believe
I still believe
I will believe
I am here
I shall believe
I am the belief.
I am the blood
I am the whip
I am the ruse
I am Me.
I shall be you,
I shall not be with you.
I shall believe in you
I shall not make you believe.
I shall begin
I shall not let you end.
I shall live
I shall not let you die.
I shall walk
I shall not let you run.
I shall not lead you,
I shall let you fall.
I shall not pity
I will laugh.
I shall make you brave
I will call you coward
I Still am me.
And you will never be me.