Some people might be breaking at this hour of night some where.
Some people might be soothing their aching hearts in ice.
Or burning in their fantasized castles, with thorns of rose beds they grew.
Perhaps some are recalling the past and all the lies they thought were true.
Some might be peacefully asleep with their destiny at arms length.
Some might be awake building themselves from scratch, gaining strength.
To live with what they have and pull together the phlegm.
Some might be waiting quietly, so that their silence speaks for them.
Or some might be dreaming about the reality that's too far to reach.
Some might be fighting with themselves or themselves attempting to impeach.
For all that we have lost through the way,
We have gained something worth remembering,
which makes us stronger everyday.
which makes us stronger everyday.
