Looking back on my triumph
On the smoking ashes and ruin behind me,
I smile,
And walk on.
I’ve never stood taller,
With the straight shoulders of the unafraid and victorious.
Nothing can stop me now.
Poetry. Photography. Thoughts On The Way Of Things.
Looking back on my triumph
On the smoking ashes and ruin behind me,
I smile,
And walk on.
I’ve never stood taller,
With the straight shoulders of the unafraid and victorious.
Nothing can stop me now.