The Lucky One ~ Always the other.

We will all have our days,
We'll fall and stand up,
We will fall, and THEN stand up,
We'll stay tall, until skies fall down,
Crouch and jump, we'll be alive,
We'll bend but we WILL be alive,
We'll smile but alone, we'll cry.
We all will have that day,
When the heart drops,
It'll beat still, but it'll drop floors,
Of our deep chambers of secrets,
From our chest to our gut,
We'll be sick but we WILL smile.


And there will be some of us,
Some lucky ones, that are born short,
Of all the miseries,
To never have to bend,
Or be noticed if they're gloomy or glee,
If mended or broken,
Held together by themselves,
With smiles and lies,
Or just a few stitches,
And they can fall and crawl,
Wear label-less labels,
And talk of things never heard of,
They'll never be judged,
And these few people,
They will call us the lucky one.