I stand tall

Behind glasses of shattered dreams

Stormy nights of sheltered wounds

Forsaken but not forgotten

Shamed but not relieved

I stand tall

Fighting for broken desires

Waiting for my once held reminders

Lacking in building recognition

Snatching from the wildest destructions

I stand tall

Knowing that I have fought well

Enough to break the strongest mountains

Aware of strange imaginations

Implications of mild harmonies

I stand tall

Constantly questioning poisoned minds

Digging dark holes of spirituality