[b]Though I wasn't born with silver spoon nor a wooden spoon in my mouth, but that doesn't mean I'll never had a spoon in my mouth either. Kind of pain.
Yes it pains.
And it driving me crazy
Poor me now growing pains which makes me wonder in the wilderness of mighty thorns where battles never stops nor size fire.
Battling day & night just to have a spoon in my mouth. Yes each passing day came with its own stressful sweat of non-stop battles.
But I couldn't dry clean the sweat because I was trying to avoid been caught. Caught inbetween the struggle for a brighter days.
Tick Tack was the warning sound of a ticking clock. Dawn came and dackness esued. As the night shades keep falling, it became clearer, tougher and it never stop battling even at dawn it never did stopped.
I peeped inbetween the struggles, Looking on. Ups and Downs could be seen from either sides of the battle field. Vividly, both far and near of the survivial of the fittest was sighted.
Still I couldn't stop but fire on with the only might in me. Yawning on a battle field.
But do I?
Yes, even though in me grew a yawning tree of hunger and thirst, I can never retire when I am still strong, yet but tired.
I need a rekindled strength against the yet unfinished battles.
Yes, He gave me and feed me with much strength And now
Alleluyah the STORM is over came the sound of victory but then... When 'll the sound be heard? Would these struggles, fight, killings, cheat, backbitting, and hates ever size fire?
When are we gonna stop all of these?
Soon
and yes
very soon
the storm 'll
gonna be over.
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[color =red]Et_Fridex Dairy..!!..[/color] [/b]
