Tossed over blankets and pillows, books and papers, fights and affection, breakfast after dinner; the battle continues!
The battle, of being something, being the best, being you!
And then it all comes back the same question Who are you? To whom do you belong?
Texts, calls, messages, thoughts, hopes, dreams, expectations. There must be a reason why we do it, for love perhaps, for acceptance maybe?
When your attire must match your footwear and your hair to the occasion. The battle continues.
When the years and years of worship is blown in the wind…
Just to give another chance to someone, to some kind of happiness which may exist?
We leave the road traveled behind in the hope of our destination. Crossing our fingers, just wondering if it’s water or just another mirage .In the eyes of the world we must look fine, for real is little and expectations many and thoughts? Infinite!
When your heart and mind say different things, the battle continues.
When you leave everyone for the one, the battle continues
When you have to lie for the unknown truth
When you deny the pain
The battle will continue.
The lord says, honesty is no sin,
We’re made of emotions not some kind of tin,
If you believe you’ll know,
This battle? Is only yours to win!