Survive

Neither the dawn nor dusk is able to wash away my sin of the day

Neither the ocean or space can contain my pain

An empty vacuum can pull in all my sorrows

But at the end of the day I still look towards a bright tomorrow.

 

Looking back into the past lives I may have lived

Back then as a king, a peasant, a slave but most of all an a*s.

Maybe it just the injection of my ability to screw up

Just misunderstanding the gift of day

I may have never felt so much pain

 

Life blows you...all we have to do is survive

I have never meant to f**k up my life for you

Don't drop the petty worries of the world on me

Cause we have all been sorry we have all been hurt

So just take a number and stand in line to be told of your faith

Or be one..

To break the line

Live life like a closed book...not knowing what lies beyond the first page.

All that matters is how we survive. That makes us who we are.