Is it my suffering that I persist to go on?
Watch the birds fly overhead, and only
Can dream of touching the sky, too scared
Of heights anyway. So down on the ground
I kiss the dirt. I suffer because I am human
And pain is a cornerstone of happiness,
Without such I wouldn't be grateful for
Any ******* thing. Watch myself bleed
The blood of righteousness, it will only
Cause me a problem in the end, if I am
Too proud of myself, puff up my ego, so
I must stay grounded if I am going to live.