Primal Scream

Don’t walk with me no more
Take your love to those who can pity
For I am the strong, the brave, with no more time to be weak

I stand in the hollow ground of my forefathers
And scream a tribal noise out in pain
This is not my future
This is my past.

I’m living in the echo chambers of sorrow
Reclaimed from the perception of misery
And I rise, from the rubble, to reclaim
MY THOUGHTS, MY ACTIONS AND MY LIFE