Captaining my sinking ship,
Hands clutching the wheel,
I am as hard-headed as ever,
Reminiscent to a fault.
Steadfast and Stouthearted.
Brave and Benevolent.
Choking on my pride.
Touching bottom I no longer feel submerged.
Death to cowards, traitors, and empty words To those adorned with the touch of rose petals And the blessed gift of forgetfulness For these are your years and days to outshine Push on and soar higher This is your memory Your everything and the inbetween Push on and soar high
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