writing An Old poem I made during the summer

[Wolf General Alpha 636]

Anger is a storm that never passes on by,

Love is the thing that we keep even after we die.

Enemies are those that have done something to you,

Friends are those whose hearts are true.

We never stop and think if what we do is worth it,

For all of our lives we fall into the deep dark pit.

That pit contains our fears and dreams,

Though our hearts bring us out to turn into what ever we need to be.

Step out of the darkness, into the sun beams,

And follow your hopes to be what ever you need.