It’s like broken pieces fallen from the sky, cutting sharply as they pass
Your life flowing like ink from a broken pen, soaking up the present, staining the past
No one seems to know nor care for the feelings you hold dear
In times like when you no longer can bear the chaos that lies bring too close
To the wonderful escapes you know.
Fighting for the perfect view on life is a mother with her dearly beloved child
Protecting the gifts of untouched nature