October 5, 2015
My victory
The devil is laughing behind your back, what will you do about that...
My victory
by P'yonce Knowmore
It feels like this world has no place for me
A place where I could feel belonging
It feels like the devil is slyly laughing
And the sound is unbearable and the same
Every time I fall, I give up hope
But luckily, there are people who make me realise
With them, I always rise
But it always feels like I'm tied up with a dark rope.
I could feel my heart rumble
But it's so hard to stop it
And all I can do is sit
And I could hear myself grumble.
But I won't let the devil bring me down
I was born with a purpose and I know that
If only I could ask God what that purpose is over a chat
So I could live my life on my own.
One day it will be me laughing behind your back
Laughing because of my fulfilled victory
'Cause certainly victory is my dream in glory
Which of course is something that you lack.
A place where I could feel belonging
It feels like the devil is slyly laughing
And the sound is unbearable and the same
Every time I fall, I give up hope
But luckily, there are people who make me realise
With them, I always rise
But it always feels like I'm tied up with a dark rope.
I could feel my heart rumble
But it's so hard to stop it
And all I can do is sit
And I could hear myself grumble.
But I won't let the devil bring me down
I was born with a purpose and I know that
If only I could ask God what that purpose is over a chat
So I could live my life on my own.
One day it will be me laughing behind your back
Laughing because of my fulfilled victory
'Cause certainly victory is my dream in glory
Which of course is something that you lack.
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3 COMMENTS
rekhanshiraghava
October 5, 2015 - 18:30 Beautifully penned... Lines are just awesome and words used are perfect....rinah
October 6, 2015 - 04:54 This is good buddy.P'yonce Knowmore
October 7, 2015 - 06:12 Thank you guys,, that means a lot...