It's ironic how we illuminate the world
While within we're sunk in darkness
We venture to battle or demons
Like hanging lose without a harness
Can't we glue those pieces
And fix them like before?
But we choose to leave them cracked
For enough hatred to store
Why can't we open and blossom
But choose to feed our tears?
Why can't we build courage
But choose to build our fears?
Why do we not choose to fly
When feather in feather keeps binding
Why do we shrink our minds
When the universe keeps expanding?