Restless nigths
when letters become words and words become poemsArchive for No matte what
No matter what
You can cut of my tounge,
so I can’t talk.
You can cut of my legs,
so I can’t walk.
You can pull out my eyes,
and make me blind.
No matter what you do,
You won’t get my mind.
You can let me hang in a rope,
but you’ll never be able to steel my hope.
You can never get my faith.
You will only make me hate.
You can take my hands,
and toss them away.
Even if I don’t have them
I will still pray.
Pray that you will changes your view.
And that my dream some day will come true.
