What is yet to come ? I only think about what is yet to come Yes I’ve created a platform but will I reach my aim I shall strive until I know that within me lives a dignified form I only know that I am that I am And for my own failure ,I have no one to blame I just imagine leaching out into fame I am the hearth but people only recognize the flame I only suffer from this tenacity and what I only hear every time I close my eyes is a beam I fear to end up being colonised by shame I expect people to see me and consider the person who’s the one that I am Only what I saw I shall claim Deep down I feel that I was destined for greatness But I don’t seem to get over this madness Of which I know that it is only to bring darkness , But I always tell myself ,as a soldier through grace I shall claim success And what is yet to come I shall face.
The legato of language and lingo, The dance of diction and dialect — Have you ever considered the difference A little letter or two can effect? Texture of tense, Savor of sense, The nuance in a sentence — What’s really
I went into the jungle And what did I see? Bodies of soldiers, ours and theirs. I looked from the jungle And what did I see? Families of soldiers, ours and theirs. Standing at an airport Mom and dad waiting,