The road is full of broken glasses.
Soldiers are without their boots,
Commanded to keep on running
It rains fire balls, cried the dearest nature.
My nerves are back must light a smoke
But my heart pumps gasoline
Upon the so-called opponents dulcet are their spiting army guns
We knock on the door; hope is at home faith is not around
The lock is so gone
The whole world is under water, some people are still floating
We believe in every dark cloud there is a silver lining
And the search goes on.
The process is so stressing, but is the reward that feels the best