From the cracks of the armor
it bleeds There is no stopping the drip when all you see are the drops They tell me it is crimson The color of one’s courage But all I can see within the storm is the blur of cloudy tears They tell me I’ll grow stronger if I learn to like its taste But all I can feel is the hurt inside when it’s left to grow They tell me it’s inevitable like death and growing older But how can they be siblings if I can name just one? I’ve spent my life learning its real causes and the remedies for its relief But the way to it and the way from it cannot walk hand-in-hand For holding to it or running from it will just lead you to the land Where there are no ways for you to walk no place from which to flee For there is no from nor to or through when it comes to it you see It’s just the way Like all the paths that seek to set you free Like the love we walked to bring us here to the end of you and me
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