JUST A THOUGHT...

If an army with a light fighting out to the sight, stitches you write
Stitching the hurt up as if a bullet of scars could heal the mind when the pain is unremoved.

If a caterpillar blossoms and it's unspoken as if a girl with a song would let her heart unloose,
And yet we'd never understand behind the facade because we are too blind, too removed.

If the sun doesn't rise catching rays of the light, we would finally know what we lost,
But it's too late, we'd lose.

When you know you're alive, yet you don't take the dive, you're wasting time, don't abuse

The beauty of life is one that is becoming harder to realise.