It's just something we all go through
It's a screw you and a screw me
it's something we all do
it's in the world we see
we all run away from things we need
we all are scared of whats inside
we are all afraid to take and root our seed
we all need someone to confide
just bury the outside world
just wait and let people revel
things will unravel and unfurl
things will balance out and level
a fire will always burn
will leave a permanent scar
from passions we experience we learn
but in the end survival decides who makes it far
alone, who survives the cold?
someone who doesn't let troubles weigh them down like lead
someone who isn't remembered for being bold
because being remembered
denotes you're dead.
