Rest In Peace To All My Own

Who knows the pain of a relentless struggle better than the person standing to the left of your tears, be pleased with the lack of knowledge given at ease, if we all experience life why not teach as we live, live as we experience, and learn from one another. Criticism is easily directed to the world, although comprehension is our own biggest fault So many words have bled from my pen although I don't understand the half of them I write what is written when my mind is overtaken I stand proud through my struggles I battle hard through mistakes, only to let the next man recreate, and as I point my finger my father asks me; why wouldn't you listen? True to a hypocrites words, I fell to my knees burning night skies "Rest In Peace To All My Own"