WHITE FLAG, IT WAS A GOOD RUN WHILE IT LASTED.
THE SOFT EARTH THAT CAUGHT ME SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, HIT ME LIKE A CEMENT WALL, BROKE EVERY BONE OF HOPE IN MY BODY, THE TRUTH REVEALED ITSELF TO ME LIKE THE CAPTAIN OF A SINKING SHIP.
THOUGH VULTURES CIRCLE OVER ME, THOUGH WOLVES NIPPED AT MY FEET, I WAS TOO BLIND TO SEE, TOO DEAF TO HEAR THE FUNERAL HORNS RINGING IN MY EARS, FOR YEARS, I REFUSED TO SEE THE PROCESSION TRAILING ON MY FEET.
IT TAKES A STRONG MAN TO KEEP ON FIGHTING, & A SMARTER ONE TO ADMIT HIS DEFEATS, BUT I WAS NEITHER OF THESE. TOO STUBBORN TO FOLD, KNEW NOT OF A RETREAT, WHEN I LED MY HORSES TO WATER, I DROWNED EVERYONE THAT WOULDN'T DRINK.
WHAT IF EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WAS GOLD TURNED TO BRONZE BENEATH YOUR FEET? MY EVERY FOUNDATION BUILT ON CRUMBLING SAND. TURNS OUT EDEN WAS A DRY AND DESERTED LAND, AND THAT BEAUTY IN THE DISTANCE, A PLUNDERING HARLOT WHO ROBBED ME BLIND WHEN I REACHED HER THIEVING HANDS.
SO, GO ON AND TELL ME THAT YOU TOLD ME SO. WHO NEEDS ANOTHER'S WISDOM WHEN YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH OF YOUR OWN. IT'S LIKE COMPARING A BEE STING TO A KNIFE IN YOUR CHEST. JUST KEEP A SMILE ON THE OUTSIDE WHILE I'M BURING UP WITHIN.
AND I'LL JUST CARRY ON LIKE THE OBLIVIOUS DO.
IN THE BLISS OF SWEET IGNORANCE, I'LL CARRY ON
THE SOFT EARTH THAT CAUGHT ME SO MANY TIMES BEFORE, HIT ME LIKE A CEMENT WALL, BROKE EVERY BONE OF HOPE IN MY BODY, THE TRUTH REVEALED ITSELF TO ME LIKE THE CAPTAIN OF A SINKING SHIP.
THOUGH VULTURES CIRCLE OVER ME, THOUGH WOLVES NIPPED AT MY FEET, I WAS TOO BLIND TO SEE, TOO DEAF TO HEAR THE FUNERAL HORNS RINGING IN MY EARS, FOR YEARS, I REFUSED TO SEE THE PROCESSION TRAILING ON MY FEET.
IT TAKES A STRONG MAN TO KEEP ON FIGHTING, & A SMARTER ONE TO ADMIT HIS DEFEATS, BUT I WAS NEITHER OF THESE. TOO STUBBORN TO FOLD, KNEW NOT OF A RETREAT, WHEN I LED MY HORSES TO WATER, I DROWNED EVERYONE THAT WOULDN'T DRINK.
WHAT IF EVERYTHING YOU THOUGHT WAS GOLD TURNED TO BRONZE BENEATH YOUR FEET? MY EVERY FOUNDATION BUILT ON CRUMBLING SAND. TURNS OUT EDEN WAS A DRY AND DESERTED LAND, AND THAT BEAUTY IN THE DISTANCE, A PLUNDERING HARLOT WHO ROBBED ME BLIND WHEN I REACHED HER THIEVING HANDS.
SO, GO ON AND TELL ME THAT YOU TOLD ME SO. WHO NEEDS ANOTHER'S WISDOM WHEN YOU'VE GOT SO MUCH OF YOUR OWN. IT'S LIKE COMPARING A BEE STING TO A KNIFE IN YOUR CHEST. JUST KEEP A SMILE ON THE OUTSIDE WHILE I'M BURING UP WITHIN.
AND I'LL JUST CARRY ON LIKE THE OBLIVIOUS DO.
IN THE BLISS OF SWEET IGNORANCE, I'LL CARRY ON