For ones that smile
Gave assurance for a while.
Degrees and nifty clothes
Mean rewards from taken roads.
They call it "treacherous",
Trickery, dangerous.
Still, gave it a go,
In the midst of down flow.
But, yes, they're right,
Should've dropped the fight
To a heart so fragile,
Stars run a million mile.
First blood
Tears flood
Incission of dilligence
Unsure with excellence.
Now, finally could breathe
Mission continues with this wreathe.
But the residues of pain,
Will forever remain.
