How can it all fall in place,
When the pieces have
Shattered apart,
Lost in the cracks of a broken humanity?
Each day that we live is a lie,
Each moment too good to be true
We take what we get
and try to move on to a better life.
Thoughts scatter like mice
I'm running without direction
I'm searching for truth
At the price of Salvation
Who am I?
Who are you to tell me
that I'm not enough?
I am.
How can we hold it together?
When words cut like knife blades
Tearing you apart in ways
you never thought were possible?
How can we pick ourselves up?
When we've fallen so low
And been trodden on
So many times before?
Each day that we live is a lie,
Each moment too good to be true
We take what we get
and try to move on to a better life.
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