Creed

Life is a bright, long star boulevard

Where you get good, when you work hard

But life is not a fantasy

or just a love that's shared between thee'

It's a battlefield of broken goals

A purple sky with empty souls

The city streets with littered trash

The wild fire left with ash

Falling, hurting,

crying, blurting,

fearing, slipping,

failing, tripping.

Lies from fakers,

burning heart breakers.

Those knocking you down,

smiling when you frown.

But others tell you to keep on going

You try so hard though your steps are slowing

You can't see the future or get a head start

So getting back up is the hardest part;

But you will, when the time meets the heart.