My eyes closed tightly,
I’m marching blindly;
Pretending that everything is fine.
With eyes wide open;
Fire and families.
Tell me when, where, and how.
Close my eyes again
And imagine tranquil scenery.
The sirens ring
And shatter my broken dream.
Pieces, parts, and open hearts
Spilled out onto the empty floor.
Ripped open by my broken dreams.
We’ve come to face reality;
Shit happens.
But keep your head held high.
Not today, not yesterday, and not tomorrow.
We were born to lead.
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