Walking on glass
The pain doesn’t perturb me
Running on grass
Blades doesn’t disturb me
Head spinning from spent cash
Failure doesn’t concern me
Little or a lot
I make do with what I got
Losing doesn’t deter me…
No, losses don’t hurt me anymore.
They say that we need healing,
But I think that we need building —
Conquers are accomplished through courage.
No faking till I make it.
I play the cards I am dealt in.
I’m built to fly.
I’m destined to die,
But I live on through my work.
Existential threats, no longer work.
I painted a love story, and I create more scripts.
I elate with more lifts.
PR, after PR.
I see stars.
You are a magnificent gift, and I thank you for lifting me out of such abyss.
More love to create, with you and from your elixir.
I am simply a man that needed lifting up.
So make no mistake, when I call you my Queen, I mean every utterance and statement.
I love you, I do.
So all temptations are the strangest.
I see you, I see success…
Building me up from your home, a nest.
I thank you, from the bottomless.