A zone to narrate all your songs easily,
In the confort cradle and its warmth,
Be it hope or in the same company,
Of friends or parents on the Earth
Coming out of your zone to fight back,
Against regions and certains traits,
Some facts and figures that control you,
And rule your mind and your brain.
To challenge yourself and your heart,
Battling in the crowd for your pride,
Being in the war with your armaments,
And climbing the stairs of life.
Being in the shell would do no good,
You need to close the doors of comfort,
Be tough and break the shady place,
Rule the world with your facade rough.
You can shine bright by smiling,
When you are at war against some cons,
Rules you learn and form poetry,
That burns down the carcasses of cons.