Thursday, June 23, 2011

Captain M. R. Burns

You cannot break the will of my soul
with words and glances you throw
you arm yourself to puncture my skin
yet my scars are all my own

I've seen that lately
you cannot break me
you cannot mend my solid case
It's only me
I hold the key
that controls this strong device

I will not bend
you cannot break me
with my will I shall not fail these words,
you will not command me
you will not shape me
I never put the clay in your hands

I am my maker
I swim through my dreams
I am stronger than I will ever believe

with every breath and every step
I will become more durable with every gap or gash.

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