I hard victorious sounds,
As winter comes knocking
For every burning heart to be freeze,
Away from pain and heartbreak.
So many times I stumbled into your servitude,
Enslaved in the darkest part of your heart.
So many times i crumbled;
At the presence of your fist.
Now, out on the horizon, I see winter coming
With a thunderous sounds of freedom.
Quickly kick off my soul like a powerless pulet
Thrown into a furious gale.
Sting me with your dark-words and end this tale.
With you, life is vanity
With death, freedom is everything.
Let time counts and give a sound;
To every drop of my blood.
Let every eyes mourn my history
And learn from my misery.
Oh! Poison me as winter sings for freedom
So will i dance joyfully into my Father’s kingdom.
©A.O.steph (The Antidote Ink)