My shoes
Keep getting tougher
And the road's longer the more I run
In the end
I look to the skies
For the crimson
TO lift my highs
To show the lows of life
Shadowed by false belief
Rumbling stomachs
Remind how paltry people
Are afraid of the tempestuous thunderstorms
But their saints are washed away in the rain
Finding their waves in waters
Of the ones that are said
I love the element of the wind