Through the cracks
I admit many things pass
Through all the wars
What's left is not only scars
But its okay
for the light it also allows
won't lie down
in my tears too many times
I have drown
Even when i am forced to bow down
I still hold close my crown
Even when my skin wrinkle
And it choose to stick with a frown
I will be glad I am grown
My skin still shiny and brown
My heart is tired from jumping around
Yet my roots still tight to the ground
If I fail then, alright
I will keep on making sound
There's no problem with the voices of the crowd
I'll blossom so proud too hard
You could see a reflection so bright
Independent here or there
They will start to feed of off the the undermined
Beneath the tongue like no other
Won't chew out this burning desire
To my promise I won't ever retire
Swear to the gods which ever way it goes I won't run after
Ima keep igniting the fire