I know it’s scary
I know it’s hard
But the only thing we can do
Is stay true
As we watch the broken frame
Of our life, the game.
And I know that thing’s get rough
But we have to stay tough
And try our luck
Because, maybe, just maybe
We can fix the picture
And hang a banner
To show we aren’t actors
Acting out our life
As if it were some gambling man’s bid.
Instead, we have to show that we did
Try our hardest to win
This forever-circling run
A conquest, trying to get things done
And I know that things can get lonely
And I know that if we could just only
Find the truth in our lives that truly
Show our clouds
In a world full of darkness and light unfound
Where we are unbound
By the mistakes we have made
In this forever-going, circling game
That tries to tame
The rawness of our minds
And the pureness of our hearts
YOU ARE READING
A Collection of the Broken
ПоэзияThere are voices that cannot be drowned, and writings that cannot be burned. That is because they have found worse and have slowly learned. And this is true. From them, comes the Collection of the Broken.
