The silence of a gun; non existent
A script for a perfect love; still unwritten
The desire to do better; can only be wishes

To which end, dire the consequences,
to concede into knowing any better
The anger of a prideful man,
rises to the top of his head as a boiling kettle
A headache of heading nowhere in the right direction
as failure is easy to all, yet to find success after such a time;
only a few are able to handle such a pressure

A focused mind is one's sharpest tool in their arsenal
A genuine heart is the shield of a caring hand;
destined to cover all bases
Their very skill to love; truly masterful

For once we were slaves to insecurity,
forgoing the means to find growth
As maturity is a fine wine, only to those of age
For every lesson of today,
changes course, as it becomes another yesterday
And in turn, we are not to remain the same
And for anyone to let go of their chains,
they must find ways for a necessary change

All lives come with shame
but the only difference is
whether you handle it well, or not
Either to shake when they call your name
or to walk proudly to the call of life,
not tied down by the bindings of a world's knot

We are those you sometimes know,
and those so common to a suppose
Yet the judgment of those, aren't the penny for a thought
to determine your worth
Live as your are, running away from stereotypical views
whilst chasing all of your dreams

Our greatest gift, remains being able to choose,
despite your mistakes, we remain as human,
strong but sometimes fragile

Everyone bleeds!
Everyone has their own set of skills!
Everyone is the energy they give and take in!

Live as long as you can,
let your voice out and never forget how to breathe in

Take a moment to breathe