One, two, three
Let go of the anger
And set yourself free

Four, five, six
It's not too late for you
To realize your worth
And fix the mess

Seven and eight
It's better to be late
Than never nor nothing
For being afraid is a bait

August is here
Knocking at your door
So you should hear
—keep going,
Near, near
It may be too far towards
Your dreams and goals
But you're already far
To give up on this war
So keep going, warrior!
© angie