I feel more than I write, never wanting to lose the light
My anger can still run raw, with a darkness knocking at the door
Eventually I\'ll let it through, watching the bitterness brew
Waiting for the right time to shine, there\'ll be a sweet little rhyme
No ifs, buts or hesitating grind, I\'ll feel the buzz clear out my mind
No matter how you choose, you have to pass the time
Mine is on the left hand side, sitting in the sunshine