Here I stand holding the torch,
Once again I make my heart a fort,

Because I strong man hideing his heart has no fears,
And Just for that this man sheds no tears,

So here I go,
But man does it blow,

I hate the fact that all I try to do,
Ends up failing so all I am left with is a boho.

I can't forget The women that have made me strong,
So because Of them I will do no wrong,

Endless times for these rymes,
But not for mine,

For when it is all said and done,
My heart will carry the torch searching fro that one.