The world is simply, a stage.

A stage for the man or woman with the greatest deeds.

This environment – yes, this environment,
is a garden full of many different roses,
that began with a faithless seed.

The moment that seed found a purpose,
it began to grow,
And the most beautiful petals you’d ever see on a flower began to emerge.

What more can I say? Nature just couldn’t resist.

I find myself in the center of that same garden,
But this time; this time, I’m full of hope.

“Everything will be just fine,” are my exact words as the wind blows.

What more can I say?
The signs just couldn’t resist.

The only mistakes are the moments you didn’t learn from.

On lost roads is where purposes emerge from.

Tonight, the clouds above me are crying tears of pain,
As if the sun doesn’t shine brighter the very next day.

There’s a pain present.
A pain the clouds just couldn’t resist.

I can see why the skies are dark sometimes,
Grey, gloomy, and full of anger.

I was only a child when I was told a thunder’s roar is a sense of warning for danger.

It feels like the end days are near,
but our lives are just beginning,
So, I ask not for whom the bell tolls,
But why is it always ringing?

It’s simply, just a sound we cannot resist.

Resistance.