I seem to walk on uneven ground, the earth will often quake. But I know no matter what, I mustn't ever break.

This journey seems never ending, the chaos all to real. My hearts been cracked along the way, but it has no time to heal.

Seems as if destruction follows me, I leave broken soldiers in my wake. Love is just a twisted riddle, that puts our souls at stake.

Cast your stones if you must, I'll stand and just endure. Label me with stereotypes, and pretend I'm nothing more.

My boots hit gravel as I continue on, I grind my teeth against the sound. I'm moving every mountain preventing me, from finding stable ground.