Final CryWho am I to disappear, and leave the world wondering why.
And who am I to demand all this and want a life full of lies.
I want control over any situation, where I can freely leave.
A mindset where I can find any situation whatever it may be.
And I am nothing modest nor am I anything close to gold,
Yet my mind is set on becoming the thing I long for most.
The stars shouldn't control our fate, yet I'm told they do.
So I'll fly across that sky and shoot them all down for you.
But fire eyes are lit from shame, they burn across this night.
And I'm left to just disappear, with one final cry.
SomethingTired times are upon you, my friend.
You sag as you walk by, bowed to the light,
Sinking deeper into the darkness of humanity.
A flicker of regret runs through your veins,
like the last wisp of candlelight,
before the wind extinguishes it forever.
There is nothing left but bitterness.
Anger that fate is something you cannot change.
Sorrow that reality is unable to be phased.
You are nothing. Your life is insignificant.
But you are naive, you fail to see truth.
To that one person, you can be something.
You can be, you are, their everything.
To the world, you may be just one of a million.
But in their eyes, you are one in a million.
So don't allow your light to go out quite yet.
The world has yet to see how bright you shine.