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the grass isnβt greener
if itβs littered with soldiers
why do we have to grow up
when we want to start over
when you notice a bright side
you must remember the dark
the nightingale sings
just as sweet as the lark
once iβm deep in the dirt
the flowers will sprout in my lungs
iβll be part of those better days
people had said would soon come
each day i pray my soul is freed
from the cage it resides
pray my flesh tears away
to reveal my charred insides
you see,
i am full of blood and bone
i am not a dainty pet
i am visceral and i am raw and real
i am not something you forget
the sun doesnβt shine
in all places all the time
the tides do not deign
when they should and shouldnβt rise
if you see a bright side
you must remember the dark
without it you wouldnβt know
the relief from a spark
once iβm deep underground
and the worms fill my ears
i will no longer be facing
such disquieting fears
each day i pray my soul is freed
from the cage it resides
pray my flesh tears away
to reveal my charred insides
you see,
i am full of blood and bone
i am not a dainty pet
i am visceral and i am raw and real
i am not something you forget
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This is simply bliss π€π€
So profound. Many people ask questions like why is there suffering in life. But had we not had bad at all we would not recognize good. And vice versa