The silence defeats me, It finds new ways to deplete me. There are days where I want to sleep through it, And moments where I think "Can I even do it?'
There are some who will grow up without anything and rise to someone with everything. Others will have everything and lose it all... this is life and you have to grasp it in a way that wont damage your opinions on the greater good in the world.
I've got 99 problems and bags under my eyes for days but here I am doing what good I can. I hope you feel good about the great things you do. If not, please take a moment to close your eyes and tell yourself thank you if no one else has.
Come away with me little bird. We can fly above this world of dirt and sorrow. We can laugh about the torture of tomorrow. And when the wicked wind tries to tear us down, we can rise above the hurt around. Come away with me little bird.