Avow

By: Francesca Seopa

 

Proceed on fourth, dare down below,

Rise to the flag of hearts it glow.

When each shall fall but not concede

Their greatest shame the soul shall bleed.

If gone to meet that certain fate.

Dare not sway the ilk would hate.

Contest and stand against the might,

As every soul should earn their right.

Avow.

 

Thank you for being with me. I look forward to seeing you here again soon. Let us rebuild a healthy state of mind.

Love,

Francesca