I saw a glimpse of heaven on an old park bench but you said the location didn't make much sense and struggled to see the wonder amongst all the falling leaves, so I sighed, and got up, asking if we should leave.
reflection helps me learn not to let other people shit on your wonder x
Some holding out their hope Others giving up their dead, Some believing miracles, More prefering risk-free will. Some expecting disappointment Find regret instead, Some wait for Luck's return In broken pieces, still. Some in line against the wall Wait with vacant eyes, Some with kids who won't shut up Just look down and sigh, Far too many end their days The way we first arrive. Dead hopes and broken miracles, Our televisions thrive.