Gain

If we didn't bother, then what would be the point of breathing?

Sitting here all lost and damned, suffering from the bitter rewards of my actions.

The life and soul is a self affliction faze , don't fear the reaper's gaze.

Don't let yourself be done, for then really, who has any hope?

The preverbial iron cage has locked me in, finding a way to cope.

The iron wall surronding our insecurities and fears has broken down

If we didn't bother, then what would be the point of breathing?

Some of us are lions, some of us are lost sheep.

But it does not mean we are invincible from pain.

If you block your true emotions, do you have anything to really gain?

We live in a world where many truely good actions , is cancelled out by something so small which was not your fault.

Judgements have become a natural trait, we are more less waiting on fate.

Your voice is silenced.

We turn our heads down so we can shut everything out, but you need to be.

The further you will slip, the harder it becomes to reach up again.

Don't look down upon yourself or anyone else, no one is beyond human.

We all feel pain, we all suffer, we all wish the worst at times.

But we are human.

We feel joy, we feel triumph, we all wish the best at times.

We are human, we are the kingdom.

We are human, our success will come.

We are human, so don't act like your were born different.

Don't push away the pain, make every moment count.