Promises we live by sometimes die
Truths that we believed reflect our heart
Before it was scarred; these truths that lie
And here we are standing in the rain,
Watching for white coats insane
We judge ourselves by our needs
And never by the seeds
In our journeys.
Alone again, no.
We were always alone.
We stood here, awash in
Perception of who we are
Where we are
How we are
Why we are
And lose all those