I was born to be raised
By the wolves
Of better days
And through my freedom
There's a cost
To fight for justice
And what was lost
Though they not go by name
Speak no words or be refrained
Souls too wild to be contained
YOU ARE READING
In The Eye
PoetrySort of like a portfolio, sort of like an autobiography, sort of like a book of poetry and short stories. Well, actually it's all of those things.
