Two Short Months
by damon Burns
Two short months later and I've found my voice.
And my walk has a bounce because my feet walk free.
Away from pain, where there's no gain. Free from past, truly a New Man.
Two short months later My path is sure because I am pure.
Who needs to land on there feet? I'm already steady and ready.
Fast and Furious the hits may come but you'll never find me quaking underneath your drum.
My Music rings across the heavens and this sounds shall never be put down.
To think thus makes you a clown.
