Obdurate

Never was one to follow the wind… I never was one too sing traditional hymns… I was never one good at blending in… however, through these words my wounded can be mended… that idea would be splendid. 

Words I will continue to write to paper as long as I have a pen… words will always bring out the truth that lies within… some words are heavenly, others are sins… for as long as I have breath in my lungs my words will never end.