Unsure
Can we pass through life with half of a heart?
When we begin again is it really a fresh start?
It’s not how it starts or how it ends its how we keep fighting and living my friend
Friends we hold dear keeps us in flight helping us land on our feet each night.
Does solitude dame us condemn us to break?
Are our eyes closed never to wake?
The questions we have will show through the years.
With age comes knowledge and questions become clear, this cannot be rushed or tampered my dear
If I give up will I be free?
If I am free will happiness see me?
We are all different as faces do show, how were all happy I am not now to know.
But this I am sure a promise is found when you’re in need I’m always around
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