Who would have known That the things we held so true Were the things keeping us apart From the air From the sun From the flowers that bloom And who is to say that the flowers were truly beautiful? For none of us have nearly felt the wind between our finger tips No absolution. Just trapped in the cave and staring at the blank wall we've always known to be truth It's awful It's sad It's life
If this is life Then I don't want to know the rest. The need to be free kicks in my soul Screaming for me to move my legs To act out To dance like a fool To do something. And I think that is the most beautiful unsettling emotion that one can ever ignite in their bones
The will to live.
And so drag me Drag me out of the cave that has held me captive for too long Make me cry Make me hurt Make me scream past the capacity of my lungs For then I will learn that I can withstand all That I am strong than so Because this cannot be The cruel end for me.