the bounce of glory

My hands are shaking but my faith is steady..
my eyes are blury but my soul is ready...
my vision is changing from good to better
my glory i can smell its in that letter

the crowed are gazing ,perfection,
they expect nothing less
the haters are peeping they expect me to mess

dad and mum here, they are smiling at me
{you are going to do it} you are so meant to be

years and years they put in me
so when people ask: damn who is she??
mum can answer proudly
that gurl is my child
she wont go crazy she wont be wild

lack of confidence for it i dont seek
cause i dont wana look stupid
or them to say : whose that geek

ill do my best to take my shot
ill drink that tank to the last drop
so when you see my image u wont do crop

that picture was always in my memory
i remembered everything , my misory
my life my dancing , i love that melody
my heart my soul i put in that remady

to go back or back i wouldnt do
remember the time when it was just me and you
remember when you told me {you my boo}

all of these came to me like a shadow
like a ghost haunting a broken widow

but excuse me if i didnt confess
my life is a secret , i thank god its not a mess

back to reality, my swing is still waiting
my haters are shaking
and love for me are faking
fear in me is breaking

as i took my swing of glory
i know for that choice i wont worry
and all the non believers are going to be sorry
 

Reviews

[Dushyant Thadani]

Loved the story you were trying to show here. I agree a parent's love can be special and motivating and her support always empowering even when we go wrong.

[Peter Joseph Swanson]

Very interesting. I enjoyed it!