Once or twice
I've been told
Anything worth holding
Comes with a price
Nothing comes easy
No good thing comes free
A few things come quickly
But even sooner,
They leave
Still..
All that I'm asking
Is a little piece
Of easy
I've lived my life
I've lived theirs too
Loved only a couple
Heartbroken a few
I've stood tall to who I am
I've bowed down
At the feet of a boy
Who only pretended to be a man
I've stayed nights crying alone,
Sometimes without reason
I've made myself laugh in a crowd of silence
I laugh when I fall
I believe in the man who raised me to be
Everything that I am
So why is it so much to ask
For a little piece of easy
Why is it so hard to find
Inner Peace and Peace of Mind?
Because none of the above comes,
Without you... The Journey.
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