Isn\'t life always, some black some white
Don\'t we end up erasing, what we wish to write
Everybody has a war, that they hide
With every smile they fake they hide
There is no room, for weakness for tears
The hunters are out, smelling your fears
Like a smile on your face, as the heart bleeds
Like the dry dead fruit, leaving behind its seeds
You are not a loser, you were born to fly
You are buried in a mess, but look up at the sky
Like mom making you eat, by slapping you down
Like leaving the village, for money in the town
So go to your, go cry go scream
But after that river, go build a dream
The stars come out even when it\'s all dark
They don\'t shiver in fear, they roar they spark
Like the dark cold skies, hugging one moon
Like cold and fever, in the hot month of June
Is it possible, to be both happy and sad
Like thorns all around a rose too red