Unknown

follow your fortune,
the road may be steep,
but keep at it,
do not except a defeat!

I tore out my worries,
smashed them to bits,
my anger is thriving,
I think past my wits,

This time I'll change my future,
as the old news repeats,
this may be my last chance,
I won't take the heat!

throw away the regrets,
understand the aspect,
and expect your ass to get whipped;

these words are weapons of their own,
their the reason we are alone,
they call to all,
aloud and shown,
but the meaning will forever remain unknown...