Steph-unnel

Well I was real quiet, I barely ever, said, a, word. But since moving away, back in the day, I aint afraid, of this world. At first it was real tough, I didn’t know what to do. Cause, I had had enough But somehow I stuck it through   And that place, changed me, It showed me who, I, could, be. By leaving me helpless, For, the whole, world, to, see   And in that, moment For the, very, first, time. Well I just, owned it. And, I began to climb   Out, of my save zone I took, a, chance, Met, some new people And without a second glance   I, had a new life, One, where I wasn’t afraid, Just To be myself. I was so glad

"Sitting At The Marble-Top, With You, On The Brain. Thinking Back At That Time, Of That Dance In The Rain. Well I Broke Down, And I Started To Cry, For The Very First Time, In A Very Long Time. It All Started On A Rainy Night, Cold And Quiet, Like Every Saturday Night, In A Very Long Time. I Was Down In The Dumps, And Had Been For Some Time. When A Sweet Blonde Girl, Came And Caught My Eye. Well You Sat Down, And We Talked All Night. Who Would Have Known, You Would Change My Life. You Were Heading Home, But Was It By Chance, With The Rain Pouring Down, That You Asked Me To Dance. I Knew Right Then, You Were, A Gift From Abo

Dear You, If ever there was a time when I needed reassurance, it is now. With myself being on the verge of leaving The only friends I have ever had and been able to count on, The only family that I do have and love, The only home I have ever known. For the longest time all I ever wanted was to leave, Head out, do my own thing, be my own person, live my life. Yet the closer I get to the date of my departure, The more I feel as though I wish I could stay. Leaving is bound to be the journey that I have always seemed to need, Yet I have now come to realize that with this journey I leave my past behind. And with my past, everything a

A thunderous roar is heard in the black of night, people scream as they ride by.  A dark figure followed by four. Nobody dares breath his name. He and his band of riders striking fear into the hearts of the people of this city. They have been called numerous things; renegades, vigilantes, criminals, thugs, but one thing the'll never be called, "heroes". nobody knows where they came from, or who they were, all they know is you don't want to end up on their bad side. The leader of The Riders, The Masked Man, as he is known, a very quiet man, but people respect him, they have too. His means aren't legal or even moral, but he and his band of ride

As The Darkness Changes Into Light, No One Can Behold His Might, And The Skies Turn Fiery Red, As One By One They End Up Dead.                      ... He Fears No Man And This Is True, This Is The World In Which He Grew, He Holds His Own And Defends The Weak, With Him The Future Looks Less Bleak.