REPAIRABLE

Conditions of a righteous heart and soul
Never be a server to complications like oxygen and coal
Knowing the meaning of something is not the case
Rather be a prisoner and count the days

Misery and joy will always play a part
Misunderstanding will always be read on a pie chart
The sky is a reflection on it's own
Like a lost soul, ready to go

It was never said that it will last
But we keep it in mind to never let it slide
Every eye will pay attention, hoping it might burst
Believe it or not, what we think we know is all in the mind