If life is what you make it, Is it better to give or take it, I can speak without a sound, but still hear that common ground, I float away in my mind, And just create another rhyme, Chase the truth that ever tales, with a strength that never fails, Take the lessons that I’ve learned, And show the scars that I’ve earned, Made my mistakes along the way, But repeat them again I just may, What appears an elaborate scheme, is simply an undying pursuit of a dream, To create life of love and make it, To the world that tries to erase it.
