My Life
Is like a dagger to the heart.
But I’m still here.
As the blood runs down my chest,
And the thoughts of leaving
Run through my mind
So fast that there’s no destination,
I look back.
The dagger missed by an inch.
Today’s not my day,
So I shall stay,
Until the time comes.
Naturally.
Nothing,
And I mean nothing,
Should push you over the edge,
Oh so far,
That you let that dagger strike.
Stand tall.