All my life
I carried the shattered pieces of me
I hid the darkest stick
And held terrors inside me
Yet, I wore the brightest smile in plain disguise,
Molded with courage; Guided by the past.
Surely wherever I go, I stand with delight
I hold the strongest armor of the bravest knight
As I won the battle in the den alone
With wounded soul numbed in cold.
So I walked in the hall of uncertainty
But my angel appeared unexpectedly,
With a boundless feeling of eternity
She uttered unhesitatingly,
“I am the plot twist of your untold story.”
