Can I highlight the fine line between the plain truths and white lies
Things are not always black and white guys
Mothers have powers, anything lost they can find
It’s the power within, like an owl with their eyes
Despite through the high times
Mothers are not always right guys and that’s fine.
Fathers can be maternal if mothers can be paternal
The grass is never greener on the other side, if the answer concerned you
Age doesn’t mean maturity
And you won’t always rise from the poetry
The dark art that life paints on the clear canvass in front of me and that’s fine.
Loving someone won’t hurt you, but their actions and words will
We’re all too close for comfort, humans in traffic, and its roadkill
It’s possible to die a little inside but still be alive
When you’re loved one turns and waves – you won’t find the good in goodbye and that’s fine.
Lying is a sign of weakness, there’s no creative lie to be proud of
We’re just living and surviving, finding numbers to round off
We fall short of the best, short sticks that we find
I had to learn all the truths, taking notes from my muse and that’s fine.
I had to learn all the truths, from the roots and that’s fine.