Anticipation to move forward, but temptation to lean backward
Close to the sea of venomous snakes, watching how disgrace pierces sanity
I must bite back, feed my enemies with laughs of hopefulness and power
Let me be sanctioned for budding glory, defied for my willingness to eat mighty
Crown of service placed to satisfaction, can never be a victim of abomination
Hiss at my scars, no man can seize the beauty of a soulful warrior
Burn with weak jealousy, I turn to sunny pastures
Bad days flood with the better dreams, waiting for a round of applause
I clap at my survival, swim with the belief of distinction