Creating peace is a hard thing to do,
The going gets rough,
And then there are so may problems you have to smoother out.
Well the going was rough,
The last connecting threads almost broke.
We so-called "fixed it"
But what exactly did we do?
Put a giant band-aid on the festering wound?
Well I thought we fixed it,
But I guess not.
Because you shot me down again
With just one evil thought.
Friends are the ones who catch each other when they fall,
Not people who push each other down in the first place.
Because cuts and scrapes eventually heal,
But inside things will forever hurt.
There are some things need to be left unsaid,
Especially when friendships are only hanging by a thread.
So what have we learned today?
That band-aids can't fix everything,
Because eventually they fall off
And reveal a never-healed wound.
