Forged together by poverty and struggle.
Broken apart by wealth and power
By the grace of the fire and the flames
The heartache and the pain
Stuck in a trap between love and abuse
Down in the dumps with some terrible blues
Time will eventually knock on my door
To tell me that nothing stays brand new
Confusion struck when suddenly came war
I thought that we were alone together
But really I was just alone forever
Freshly immersed in this new September
Time will take us into different weather
These drifting nights I can no longer take
My hearts become way too opaque,
A battered vessel but within beats a dream.
While the blood pumps in my veins
I will push forward
Until I am, as right as rain.