REBEL by Tatyana Dias have the might of separating the fight between darkness and light. With ashes that surpass my sight, crime in time slashes, isolating my rights. I speak with my eyes, and visualize with my mind. I'm on a quest that has left me possessed and stressed 'cause I envy the blessed and pity the depressed. You can whip me, strip me, crucify me to a cross; my imagination within my deepest destination will not fall!

Take Me There