lokell92
There's going to be a day you'd wish you'd surrendered; given up, forged yourself over in pen. There's going to be a day you realize I will come out victorious. The pen has always been mightier than the sword, my friend.
As I bow my head down, I lift my spirit up to the Lord, emptying the days worth of sin and chaos into His ever-open arms. The Lord is my shepherd and He will lead me home.
Cap. A fine piece of latex nestled tightly on my head as the water brushes past. I'm enclosed and yet, free to wander; to fight, to finish. Just hope I don't lose it.