Always
Like a sick curse, I’m always put under the gun, to tried, to be tested,
Sick games people play, bent lies, stabs to the back, cut down at the knees,
But I always come back, a super stretched person, that always comes back a bit different,
Always thinking, pondering the thoughts of others, watching human nature at work,
Each day can bring new surprises, new tricks and wonders,
Life always ceases to amaze me,
Watching the will power of others as they are dehumanized, their struggles, their stories,
Some always fight back, but sometimes it isn’t enough,
And people fall victim to the darkness, ripples of pain, tears of great sadness,
The pain of another can be easily put on another one’s should, fear is powerful,
Always trying to find a way out, light, a sign of hope, a sign of happiness and joy,
Hope and happiness once lost when blood a tears where shed, a slow painful feeling,
I have come back a many time from what I felt the brink of death,
But as people degrade and destroy others, a few have decided to reach out with a hand,
There to help, to lend you a hand when you need it the most,
Always search for these people whether you need them now or down the road,
Addictions of pain can always be hard to over come, but easier when two people think,
There is always a way out, even when you think all hope is lost,
Some people still care, they would cry shall something tragic happen to you,
Love binds harder, but love always lasts longer,
Hatred binds extremely easy, but is broken even more easily,
Always try, to brake free of old addictions
Always believe, that tomorrow will bring a new day, new life, new chances,
Always brake free, be different, be fair,
Always be ready, for the good times that will come,
And the bad days that will be there to fallow,
Always, and you’ll survive, you’ll live, and you’ll succeed.