Joy

I feel it

Before I kneel it

A book full of old school

Made out of a fool

I swear it all true

Still if I can hold and read through.

Some had chosen

A statue of God than broken

For my book of joy

Spy and fly sworn to destroy

With that slim cut of knife

I just survive it, my belief.

Those splashes I see

Like a day I should flee

My hearts are all along

Big mouth too strong

I would never let go again

My state of joy to remain.