I look at the things that I have in my life, everything that I bottle inside
I take it all in, but I can’t let it go
I look around, he hides
I look for my guide, I still want to grow
Is the war over?

A margin is the amount by which a thing is won or falls short
I know you say you get me, even though I know you can’t
I came home proud with my arms open wide
I fell on my knees only to find bricks and a door
I know I need to let it go,
Even though I can’t.
I stand by the house that I once called home

They say,
The darker the night, the brighter the stars, 
The deeper the grief, the closer is God

Is this part of the master plan?
Is this your attempt to see me become a man?
To go wrong in one’s own way is better than to go right in someone else’s
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a deep heart
It can be broken, but still be considered a piece of art