Suitable for Life
I’d fallen in love with someone. We really felt a connection. Soil replaces the asphalt streets. Skin where once only steel would be.And if following my instincts will replace the cold around me with heat, then even her face covered in grime is more than suitable for life.
I put words to this wretched song of the folly of those who acted wrong. The poor abused and abandoned souls who forgot their role in society.If you ever find yourself in need of a reason to walk on your own feet, just know that even wrath and fury are more than suitable for life.
In order that the spring of our tears will soon run dry, the sun shines bright in the morning.With eyes open wide, our bodies alive, in the night we wait. In the night we wait.And ever since the day that I’d lost everything, I waited with the patience of a looming hawk,For the morning that would make it all up to me.
And I would bring all the world to a bitter end to feel that warmth again.We could not be together, given to loneliness instead.Will we find something on this road? I’m left laughing every time I’m hurt.
Even though this was the first time I’d felt such utter sorrow.If only I could stop this beating heart.
I’d made a few friends. We even shared each other’s ideals. They were people I could count on to walk with me where I needed to go.A dawn so intoxicating that you fall to your knees by the road, not caring that it might betray you, is more than suitable for life.
We’re just a group of people who are desperate to be paid for all that we’ve lost.Who are we kidding? We’re the ones who forfeited it all up ourselves.We want this tale to have a twist ending, and we know that it’s not an impossible outcome.Where the footprints come to an end is where the journey begins.
And I would pull the wool over the world to get to where all of us are now.We were not allowed by ourselves, as those alone gathered all around.Will we find something on this road? We put on faces made to be hurt.
Even though this was the first time I’d felt such utter sorrow.If only I could stop this beating heart.
The countless times I ruined those I loved by trying to protect them.The countless times that my prayers were dashed against the rocks.Barefoot I walk across the broken pieces, slipping down them with every step.And there are times when I think that the next step will be my last.Could their possibly be anything that’s more suitable for life.
I was willing to give up everything even if it meant losing my heart.But it wasn’t supposed to jumble up my happiness and sorrow as well.Will we find something on this road? That’s something I’ll find out myself.
I thought I could throw away all the hope I’d been holding on to so easily.If only I could stop this beating heart.
The light begets the shade.