Robert Sheridan - Surge

Motion me
Wings emerge
Enmity flung aside
Hammer and anvil
Will of see
Sweated beads of surge
Immense stride
Close destiny’s door
Black clock hand
No longer ticking
Stand upon the crest
Open door whispering
The hear enters my veins
Stand upon the rock solid
Success my oracle
No retreating
Incredible effort
Cast off the burdens
Cast off the suffering
Dissolve my limitations
The miraculous will be myself.

'2007'

Robert Sheridan

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