The stone cold tears that run down my face
are due to years of struggle and broken promises.
They reflect a past as dark as fate and as common as love.
With new beginnings, I see a tide starting to turn towards success
Some may call me blessed
but it is all in the experience
that we call life
We take the good with the bad
And find solitude somewhere
in the middle of the road.
As we age and grow old
Our minds become wiser
our actions more clear
We were born to fall down but also
to get back up and begin again