When we learn to not tolerate
It doesn't matter who is left
The stillness of the breath
Reawakens the fight for crest.

The scent of the rose
Teaches us to bloom in thorns
Whatever life throws
We are meant to face it alone.

There's so much that can be
When we stop worrying
Believing in the unseen
Gives hope for being.

It's hard to see past the smoke
Consistency's a hard one-way street to go
With a walk down the dreams aisle
Feisty confidence is the drive.