Why do we always fall in the same pit when the road is in fact straight?
Are we crafting our moments or are they merely planned excuses?
Not today nor tomorrow will I ever be the same!
longing for the hours where I get to be in the rain,
I will not fall and only cry in the rain,
oh no, you will never break my chain,
because I'm holding into every fiber of my being,
A purpose should never leave wihout a deed,
just like the Great Oak tree that once was a seed.