Mountains aren't meant be the hardest rocks..or the tallest towers
through out life you encounter this abnormal power of evil desites
despise his cowards..the devil ofcoarse, and I'll scream it louder
I cannot bear my weaknesses so I let those clouds shower
god pales me to patience..I grow stronger like a flower
slow..and beautifuly, but look in closely as these mites devour
what I've grown to build..the rain gets so sour (tears)
while the sun becomes to shallow I hide beneath the shadows
and allow a fair amount of parisitic fungus to abort my hours
into an abductional issue of the pain I gather
it fades to lather a game to master..

Written By Esra Chebli