The Lamp

LukeCoomer, yes that's me
Otherwise known as w.T.g
Wysh thee all infamous genie
And I come in loud, though discreetly when need be
A lot of tragedy wrapped in a bow
I've done dirty deeds and reaped what I've sown  
A lot of time wasted alone
Thinking to my self down old back roads
I have a fire raging inside
And I try to keep it lit with pride
But I feel I usually fail before I've even tried
It's hard keeping my inner child alive
I can't help but wallow in my darkness 
I am the farthest thing from heartless
I care so much, but my lamp it hardens 
But the pain don't break me I wear its harness
I've hoped I could grant everyone's wish
But it's hard not being fed up with this
Scars do stain my swollen wrists
From times I opted to not exist
I feel like I'm shackled like a slave
But mine is the heart of a warrior brave
Although the world I cannot save
I will not scribble my thoughts inside a cave
I will break free from the lamp and fight the good fight
I will be the voice of wrong and right
I will wield my magic to shine a light
And prove to my self I will be alright
I can't grant my own wishes no
But I can push these words and make a show
Put into this world wherever I roam
And eventually return to the lamp when all is shown

By LukeCoomer (c)