I feel strong. I am strong.
Tired, and I have no words.
No longer feel the pain from their swords.
I want to sing while the tape records.
Electricity. Though I’m cutting cords.

No words.
Strong. A lion roaming the desert. Alone.
I’m complete, an eagle flying. I’m a drone.
Everything I had, I chose to disown.
God has me shining; a rhinestone.

In the spiritual whelm, I am well known.