My bravery is wavering and I cannot see the shore
I trip and fall and can’t talk anymore
My love blame is a game made for two of a kind
One who is naive and one who has lost their mind
At this age a seashell is one to be loved
A grain of sand like a star from above
Today was the day you decided to live
Call Amber and breath in the words she would give
Laugh at the ridiculous barrier
It\'s been taking a toll on your character
To taunt the people that we love
So they might find heaven above
But words are sorrow when spoke with a breaking voice
And pain is never a readers choice
For tears are shallow drops of water
Holding no one responsible but the author
Hold me not responsible for the things a heart has to give
But stand up, breath deep, and decide to live.