Harness your heart, and be still
now.
Quiet that mind that will
wander,
All sorts of dark
alleys.
Tragedy strikes your self
esteem,
Constantly waiting for an
ending,
To all of
this.
She opens her
eyes,
Suddenly she
cries.
Can we help her, can we help
her?
And she
replies.
You know, I fake it oh so
well,
That God himself can’t
tell.
What I mean and why my words
are,
Less than
parallel.
With my feet,
You ask me what I
need.
And all I really
need,
Is to
breathe.
Oooohh.
Ahhaah.
People, they seem so
interested.
Only a few get
invested,
With all the aches and
pains.