Self Story

everybody loves a good story so here it goes dont nobody know what goes on in your soul dont nobody walks and runs in your shoes dont nobody feel your pain when you trying not to go in sane in the main brain trying to game sanity security while keeping a smile from becoming a frown so you start to clown around know one hears the empty sounds of your years of tears not even close when the bottle is half empty and you felt all alone and the flashes past and present start to play over in your mind you find rethinking it all dont want to be labeled unable to try not to worry and be happy life is a short challenge that has to be over come we only get one chance to turn it around making a dollar out of fifty cents makes up for a wake up take up the slack that those before you refused to lean back carry the name proudly we stand divided we all fall reach for the stars for that is our birth right so we can open the gate of our fate threw the straight narrow road not to many make it down that road but they are there to cheer and pull us threw pick up dust your self off and live the life those before us set strong line men woman we are the good story