sometimes i just sit back and wonder what was meant to be learned from that event that occured

everything happens for a reason

right

i left behind just another tragic lesson in life

an organic rush adrenaline flight high above the traumatized situation of life

its ironic

considerate rarity patron of love

higher knowledge engulfs me

cause the blast of fate a lesson

to my eyes concerned and overwhelmed theirs were of fear yet i'm feelin so empty inside

and yet it burns so akward this time

tears a waterfall of acid cries from his eyes

i need to recognize

its meant to be

he's alive and his cries just begin arisin

suprisin as well

this little boy proud of helpin those in need but he's not me but just maybe he could be

i can see it now because

im a hero in his eyes temporarily blind/

this immature kid a spirit as well an angel

hiding by helping and wanting to understand me

it's somethin with my pride

lies

i cannot hide my true side

and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing that's the way i am

am i hard to recognize?

what do i need to realize?

why can't i see with my own fucking eyes?

what do i need to see?