What we crave is for permanence,
Even though in reality, we know it's temporary,
We long to hear spoken honest words,
Desperately holding on to feelings so deeply,
Love or hate, these feelings we can't control
In the end, we still hope for things that cease to exist,
Know that those around you are of abundance,
And hide not the scars deep in your heart,
We were made to think that scars are permanent,
When time heals wound eventually,
Open your heart to those who are deserving,
And dim those who demean it's value,
Cry if you need to,
Because tears will drain your sorrow,
Just keep moving forward,
No feelings are final,
Let me listen to your cries,
And soothe what bothers your mind,
Nearby is a place called life,
Give me your hand,
And I shall be your guide