We've been running with blistered feet
and weak knees for centuries.
Yes, we've come so far
but no one ever said it would be this hard.

Just lay your head to rest
you have run enough.
I've got your hand and I'm holding it tight.
You're all I have in this world
so I won't ever let go.

Don't you cry no more
because you gave your all.
It's just this time god wasn't so kind.
You put up a good fight and I'm so proud of you.

You'll finally be at peace
when these dark days are behind you.
You slayed your demons and monsters.
You did your job and you did it well.

Don't worry too much, brother,
because I won't be able to live in this world too long without you.
I'll follow you down the path and into the dark.
I won't let you die alone.
On the other side we'll just drive down the endless road back home, or god knows where.
We would always dream of tomorrow
but this time tomorrow never came.

We gave our live's to protect others.
We've come so far up the mountain
just this time got caught in the landslide
and fell all the way back down.
But look how far we got.
Look how much we've done.
Look at how many lives we've saved.
We're just two brothers born from the fire
but this is where our lives end.

I look back and see all decay,
but I won't apologize
I did my job.
We saved lives and protected the land.
We always stood tall
no matter how hard we'd fall.
I'm proud of you.
I'm proud of us.

I kept chasing
you, as if
you were
a distant dream.
But dreams
are not always
dreams.
Sometimes, we have
nightmares too.

My dearest Prince Charming, have you lost your way?
The road that you took must’ve led you astray.

You missed a few turns, now your horse wants to drink.
“Was it this way or that way?” And you sit down to think.

Your throat is too dry and your leg has a cramp.
It’s getting too dark, you’ve decided to camp.

The bonfire’s blazing, you’re feeling alright.
You’ll continue your journey when you see the sun light.

Many weeks have gone by and you’re still in no hurry.
I’ve been waiting for you, now I’m starting to worry.

Did you fall off a cliff or drown in the lake?
Did you catch a disease or get bitten by a snake?

My love is still waiting, all gift-wrapped and ready.
It’ll soon collect dust so come claim it already.

We have places to go, and people to see.
Oh how happy together we’ll be, you and me.

Every day I’ll wake up as the sun is still rising.
And I’ll watch till I see you ride up the horizon.

Why do we do the things we do?
I just can't help but to wonder
We're working all through high school

For a career, they say
But when it comes to that
You're still slaving away

But you have to eat
So don't think of quitting
Just work until you're beat

What we call life is a funny thing
We work day after day
Occupying time until death stings.

Theres a quiet "tick tock"
In the chiming of a clock
That seems to drain your life away

But since your already dying
Theres no use trying
And this is probably your last day

The floor is stained maroon
I didn't expect it so soon
But now you lay there is decay

Your death was all too sad
And really quite bad
But I think I'll pass on the dismay

She wrote love stories to hide the fact that she didn’t have one of her own.

As we sit down to our dinners,
as we open our romance books,
people die.

We sip our water;
their guts spill open.
We study our notes;
their planes crash.

We live;
they die.
We breathe;
they suffocate.

We are testaments to chance,
to luck, to possibility.

We are not products of God.

We are blind goats trotting on our path
before we perish, suddenly,
and vanish into death.

It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived