We're not strong. We grow strong.
I've the ability to foresee an incident. But when I do, it's too late to make a difference. So here I am, on September 11, 2001 on the Flight 93.
Rhymes, rhythms, reasons.
you either give it all, or you give it up. but don't give in to fate! © An Unknown Wanderer
What should you be afraid of?
Let your soul fan the fire Of the burning of your desires. You've got that fire in your eyes. Don't curb the desire to the skies. Go beyond. © An Unknown Wanderer