Here comes a crossroad
A depart into solitude life
Icon suffering from the hands of men
Till he met the bridge of consolation

Dont carry the load overboard
Dont get yourself immersed with the load
You're doing much better than you think
Dont kill the Icon in you, believe it

To him, he feels cheated all ways
To be down and felt like being thrown over
The length to which no one understands
The extent he's not seen anyone travel

You are more than end the Icon in you
Keep your art and time in the space of time
Your stars will shine back at your exploits
Such were dim and faint voice in his path

Yet were strong voice to overcome his will
He had a re-think to overcome his fear
He yelled back to his fear, there emerged an hero
Who later became an expert on his field


© Sir Taitophil