cold nigths

The nights can get so cold, so lonely.

That even when I hear my  self  think of a trooper in my eyes.

But these eyes do cry.

Cry from the pain inside.

I guess ask the lord oh why,

But them he reminds me, its to makes me stronger, though all the thunder

Burning, in motion that makes you not just sit and die.

The one that puts you in surviving mode.

The east star up on the coast.

The burning rage in your parade.

The power the builds on the inside.

The glory to defind

The good of the heart, soul, and mind.

A story of the times to design.

The joy with a peace of mind.

A height on which to claim.

A point of to respect.

A fact of life.

To be precise.

All in your advice

To  perform and do whats right.