10 October 2012
Sometimes I catch you You fall so seldom It's hard to find a reason
You stand so rigid Brittle Destined never to bend But to break into pieces Under the weight of a Twisted world
Left to your own devices You waste away, a tear A track down your face that asks Just what is right
Just what is real So many ways to question So many questions to ask But lips are sealed from society's needles
A string so strong it never snaps Leaving you breathless And more alone then ever
Sometimes I catch you Fallen to the ground But you slip right through My helpless hands So independent Selfless
You learned to never trust Now the world is grinding you down
Never to shift and never to bend Destined to break under expectations Of a world too sick to defend Where more than words are needed.
The Art Of Breaking • Opuss № I