Blind

People come and go

Seldom when they stay

They are not a foe

Circumstances change

Sometimes, our anchor

Being dies at certain phases

Divine intervention’s needed to embrace it

What could our fate look like if we would

Turn a blind eye to the things that we should?

Not have leaned towards to doing

We’re a mess, in distress

I apologize

Time went by so quickly

Had to sacrifice

Kaysa sa'king sanity

Sometimes, it is what it is

Will hurt us badly

Divine intervention’s needed to embrace it

What could our fate look like if we would

Turn a blind eye to the things that we should?

Not have leaned towards to doing

We’re a mess, in distress

What could our fate look like if we would

Turn a blind eye to the things that we should?

Not have leaned towards to doing

We’re a mess, in distress

Longer that we hold

The painful it will become

Shattered and in pieces you must

Let go be free and you will grow

Out of this, far from mess