I've been told from a young age,
that in the end,
everything is going to be alright,
but I'll lead you in on this little secret,
a Secret a word has been blocked from,
because the human race decided to put the blinders on,
Not everythings going to be alright,
and in the end,
If things haven't hurt you,
made you forget the sky is blue and the sun rises and shines each day,
but every time you only think about the things like,
how you ponder life and death,
and sometimes its too early for thoughts that whisper in your ears,
when u have to stop to make sure you heard them clear,
because sometimes they keep you up at night,
and the nightmares play live shows,
that you wanted to return your tickets to,
but you sit there and wait til the sun shines and makes the sky blue,
because sometimes that's all you can do,
and that's as close to alright as it gets,
When battles never seem to have a victor anymore,
Because we have more tools than we know what to use,
and if we could try to not abuse the people we've claimed to love,
because we should get even they had it rough,
because we sometimes wish for things that takes hearts above angels,
and we don't know if the angels wanna listen close enough to hear,
and people sit in hospitals each day praying to someone to just hear,
praying before themselves,
because they learned that someone means more to them,
inside their world, they don't wanna live like they died as well,
because of the impact that has been put upon from person to person,
But there prays will only ever be covered up by distant strangers,
praying for things they don't really need,
and the angels try really hard to get everyone what they need,
but when angels have to sift through prays of wants rather then needs, when those people have got a roof over their head, sleep in there own bed,
never worried about where their meals come from,
we sit wondering why prayers go unanswered,
Why we keep complain about things when we're better than it could be,
Is it because it's not how you think it's meant to be,
Can't we see how we're lucky? I wonder to myself,
Do I have the right to be depressed over the thing that have been done to me,
even as bad as they have seemed, even the worst afflictions done onto me,
when countless people have it worse and say,
everything's going to be alright,
because I still don't feel like it's alright,
when my world crashes before my feet as people shove you,
off cliffs for the fun of hearing your screams echo as your fall.
But sometimes you want to fall too,
Sometimes we leap off the building that mimic cliffs,
because we can't take everything,
because sometimes,
like life handed us out the rotten lemons,
because from the start we learn how it's never going to be sweet,
But we have to learn to make the most of it,
so even when thing seem like nothing could get better,
we know at some point,
maybe right now nothing is going to be alright,
and everything's not going to be alright,
but something will be alright,
But it just takes time,
and patience,
as we learn to make the most of rotten lemons.
re write