Grievers are what we all are
But we hide it all away
And look for the stars
We find the things
That are the most appealing
And soon we find out
That we all have feelings
Doesn't matter for who
And does it matter to you?
I guess maybe it does
But maybe only for a minute or two
Then you'll ask
Who do you love?
And maybe even then
Who do you trust?
But then again
Who are we to judge?
It's like a game
Of twenty one questions
If you answer wrong
Then you're apart of the unknown
