Here you are to read my hymn.
But first ill tell you i cannot rhyme.
It is not me it is my muse.
Thats the voice in my head i tend to use.
How i use my muse i will not say.
Maybe tommorow but not today.
Theres one thing that im here to prupose.
Im here to stay for what know one knows.
Everyone will hear me fly.
Even if i dont reach the sky, i do promise to fly high.
Everyone will here me rumble.
And they most defenetly will hear me if I happen to tumble.
Ill walk the steps of those i idolize.
Those people who day by day huminized the common lies.
So for These people who are here to read my rymeless hyme do
not commit the crime.
Alow me to shine.
And if you happen to sense alittle irony.
Don't worry that's just the ironic me.