There are things we can do
But from the things that work there are only two
And from the two that we choose to do
Peace will win
And fear will lose
There's faith and there's sleep
We need to pick one please because
Faith is to be awake
And to be awake is for us to think
And for us to think is to be alive
And I will try with every rhyme
To come across like I am dying
To let you know you need to try to think

Some decisions are harder than others.
It's always,
To be, or not to be
Always second guessing.
Peace is so general.
The general of the army.
Fear is the enemy, and we attack.
Our faith is what makes us keep counting stars.
Because once we lose faith, we start to sleep, and our thoughts are let out of their cage.
They run wild.
They rampage.
They invade every nook and cranny that have kept you sane, and it keeps you alive.
Crazy, adrenaline-run, but alive.
Although we shrivel, and every passing day is another one lost, we think.
We think,
What if we are like thoughts.
And if thoughts are like stars,
And once one is lost, comes another reborn,
Are we the same?
Sometimes quiet is violent.