Description: Something that came to me late last night.
Hold your tongue for the helpless
Save your pity for pride
We live murmuring question marks
Praying for fortunate fates
We could be struck down any moment
So why do you shun the grim?
It could be your face
It’s only by grace you can walk past
Don’t let your lips snarl
You can only pull them up
You can fall at anytime