Wise and for granted,
Don't call it being shy.
You die for those who **** you,
And you never ask why.
Take comfort in the plainest things,
Or run on none at all.
Stand still between turning tables.
Humble, silent through the fight.
Extract truth from penny fables
Imagination recreates,
All the things you lack.
Gave hope away, but not refilled.
Weighed down, yet still believe in flight
Subdued for now, But soon shall see
Trust has won eternity.
Jan 19, 2011
Jan 19, 2011 at 7:50 AM UTC
Wise and for granted,
Don't call it being shy.
You die for those who **** you,
And you never ask why.
Take comfort in the plainest things,
Or run on none at all.
Stand still between turning tables.
Humble, silent through the fight.
Extract truth from penny fables
Imagination recreates,
All the things you lack.
Gave hope away, but not refilled.
Weighed down, yet still believe in flight
Subdued for now, But soon shall see
Trust has won eternity.
