walking on glass

everything I touch turns to stone,
I am cold and heartless I am unknown.
I shall not surrender I shall not die,
for I am walking on glass for the rest of my life.
Peace? what is this what does this mean?,
this is nothing it has not been seen.
Peace? forget it here is a war,
please be quiet and hear me roar.
Let me be heard let me succeed ,
confidence is all I need.
I shall not surrender I shall not die,
for I am walking on glass for the rest of my life.

The End

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