Isn't it crazy how somewhere it's storming and the other side it's beautiful
I wonder sometimes is the cup half empty or is it half full
Life has an unexplainable spectrum from extraordinary to null
We tend to be greedy and rob the liveliness from one another
See we go to the greatest extent for our enemy but not for our brother
Constantly in question which is thicker water or blood
Asking ourselves which would float to the top during a flood
Is it just me or do you wonder who's riding the wave
Compared to who's sticking through the current
When times get hard will they behave or act as a serpent
Ever get a Feeling were you're not sure where to go
When those surrounding are composing a great high
Yet deep down within you're at an all time low
Portraying false emotions masking you're frown with a bow
What do you do , excuse me what would you do
When your heart is so big it feels like not one but two
Meanwhile the universe tears them into pieces
The cause and effect of the worlds insecurities and emotional diseases
About the Creator
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