Stoic

Is it worth it to die,

Or should I ask to live?

Is it worth it to speak,

Or should I ask to cry?

We make it so far

But only to reach the end

Where has your faith gone child?

Mine left long ago

It left me so long ago--

We make it no where

But only then do we learn

Where has your faith gone child?

Mine grows, but fades

It fades, but how it grows--

And I wish that I could be beautiful again

And I wish that I was stoic again

But here we land and here we are

And I wish that you could feel beautiful again

And I wish that you felt pain again

But here we lie and here we are

Here we are

We are here

Here

We are

Here