A Coward1 min 112 1 min 112
I look into the mirror
And stare down at 'me'.
Searching for an ounce of courage,
Way below, as far as I could see.
On my way down
I pass by many memories.
Where I feel I could have done something.
Times when I could have been brave,
Gallant and ruthless.
One who spoke without fear
And acted without thought of consequence.
I guess I am a coward,
I've always been one I think!
I could crush a skull in my fists,
But I meekly shook hands instead.
I could stare them down with boiling eyes,
I chose to lower my eyelids instead.
I could have broken a jaw when they laughed,
I chose to ignore the smirks instead.
I chose to praise them
When they despised me.
I gave them my chair
When I was treated like a dog.
For, there is no bravery in revenge,
You have to have a heart to forgive.
I guess I'll be a coward among the heartless
And that's the way I'll always be.