As I live my life full of pain, heartache, and weakness
You may think I have it all by the look of things and the smile on my face
Little would you know I shattered,
Yet live I strong and brave as a warrior.
Though live I for myself, I live for others,
Sacrificing my all for the happiness of others
Then I lay me down back in my pool of tears,
Drowning myself in the sorrows of my heart
What have I to offer?
What have I to do?
I look back and regret some paths I threaded.
I regret it because I could have maturely handled things.
I cry not for my mistakes but my misfortune.
I may fall on my face with my mistake,
But when I miss fortune, how do I get it back?
Though strong I may seem, strong bones break,
When broken, mostly taken time to heal
How do I heal?
How do I stand firm?
How do I know I thread the right path?
For I know I thread the right path?
For I know not where the paths may lead me
My instincts may be right and also wrong.
Therefore, I stand to be corrected.
