A lot can be said for those who wed. We can write songs. We can play along. How do we really translate truth. I may be a daughter, you may be a stray but hey, we're all the same. A rhythm is forgiven when it can be understood. I rather write out my madness then sign it up for deconstruction. Building houses, building families, all always building. How about being. How about seeing. How about believing. How about feeling. How about you. How about me. How about the separation in between.
Some of us are here for the truth. Some of us our here for our youth.