Surving the world is enough,
to make a volcano bust.
Butterflies in the air,
love hanging here and there,
though some hatred;
there always some shame.
But that makes the world perfect
like a sphere in the air;
with such wonders
that makes mankind brave.
throughout all this rage
just always know the pain
of every living thing
throughout all time and space,
just think about this rage
and maybe this time it will be free.

You are like me,
I am like you,
we differ, but relate too.
You're so much like me,
like the brother I never had,
but when I realize the true feeling
the butterflies never end.

Sometimes the world is rough,
like gravel is always tough.
but when this happens I must trust,
the one that is closer then my own trust.
The river is flowing now,
this is bigger than a frown.
But now I must try again,
a old friend means a new grin.

A smile on this face, but beyond this mask is nothing fake,
a frown with tears flowing down,
a heart break here and there, patches and bandages everywhere
but little do you know everyone has this
a mask of social lies, and a lot of cries
so next time in the mirror
you shouldn't try with no one near
take this off and let yourself go
from the prisons of deep chambers
in the darkest times of all
stuck in a moment in the past, all pieces go together
to form your true cracks
put them together and discover yourself
make this grow and grow and slowly heal your self below