Stones hurled,arrows shot,dreams tramped upon,hopes scattered,
But for him,this was nothing,just that light,and nothing mattered.
Make no mistake,he was wounded,but,collecting pieces,in that chalice,that cup,
For he know,he could not be touched,for he believed in words…”Don’t give UP”!!!
I can take a kick on my chin, stand up & take selfies with a …