An old friend came to call, concerned about my last fall
told me don’t be too hard on yourself, it just means that you’re like the rest of us all
Remember the best things about you.
Stop dwelling on mistakes and bad decisions.
We rarely hit the bullseye, we shoot with human precision.
I know you’re a good soul, please keep digging yourself out of that hole.
Your heart’s in the right place and this world can treat us wrong
but you have to find a way to stand up and be strong.
I’m here if you need me, I have also been there.
I know it can sometimes be hard to share,
but we all know life’s not fair
and most people don’t have time to care
about all the worthless pain that tries to infest our susceptible brain
doing a hundred miles an hour like an uncontrollable train
as we watch ourselves spiral down a filthy drain.
We want to run fast and far.
but we can’t hide from the truth, we are what we are
imperfect humans with battle scars
as simple as looking up and finding stars
or catching lightning bugs in mason jars
if we want to stay in the fight, the choice is ours.