Here i sit in the shadows and write,
About everything that one would fright,
Why do i have a sorrowful pain,
And can do anything but gain,
I have not gone through much,
But have already contain pain that can crush,
There are many that share the heavy heart,
They wish that they could restart,
Which could prevent that which hurt them,
Instead of having a broken flower stem,
Everyone has to pay,
A certain part each day,
No matter how big or small,
Even if it was just a simple phone call,
That which comes to us not,
Must mean there is a battle to be fought,
Although you may leave in defeat,
Doesnt mean you must leave your seat,
To blow away what chance you had,
For not evey loss is bad....