ere half my days in this life of ours
where the bad get the most
where the bad gain the most
where happiness tends to be fake
where sadness turns the order of the day
ere half my day in this life of ours
where the good get the less
spirituality turns the conviction
where the good get confused
where the good turns bad
ere half my days in this life of ours
where we just have to live before we die.

this body has always felt more like a prison than a sanctuary but a life sentence beneath my skin seems less daunting since you've come around