When the underground calls the Angels stop to listen.
Healing the hearts of the broken and releasing them from their prison.
Freedoms key is held in the hand that knows its centre;
It is here that the illusion of pain becomes a trusted mentor.
The souls nature is bound to visions of solitary confinement;
A life sentence to be passed without judgement.
Restraints drive the hungry to their glory;
As with blood, sweat and tears they create their story.
Be fearless and always be the underdog.
Comfort will tell you, you need not go further; but it is you that must decide where your heart resides.
Push forward, there’s another level for you – you just have to believe it is there!
JX
Jollyoddbod 