Covering cowards fights beneath ,
Tired soul hit and hid right realists,
Glory is gone under crossroads
Gratitude had not been present,
Its still doodling its place under certain rights and wrongs,

Poping into the wild my mind still wanders about,
That great gratitude of discovery,
Cry, laugh, go wild and be mild,

Its the only truth, to thank for every thing
Even the ones we did not get,
Wander and discover the ones you lost,
In the woods and in the thoughts.

And if you find it love it because That is all that matters,
Every fight, every forgiveness and every thing you love is the sane road to peace.!