Shadow Boxing

Once upon a shooting star, I was fighting, blind and

somber

Sticks and stones but a scar, made of lightning, made of

thunder

Like a sun shining without a shadow

Like a swan sliding without a puddles

Cross my heart hold my arm, I had faith in shining

armours

Come rain blow winds and war, I was wearing flying

colours

Like a sun shining without a shadow

Like a swan sliding without a puddle

Like a horse riding without a saddle

Like a curse rising without an idol

Like a wreck drifting without a paddle

Like a jerk hiding without a Jekyll.