“People break and pieces fall
Back and out of place
Like there’s no haste
To try and fix it all.
Do tell the world
I don’t know what I want;
What’s shame to do with what I own?
I might not know what to do, but I know what I won’t.
I won’t cry over what I can’t control –
Done too much of it and only got a turmoil
Of emotions and fear with no place to land,
In the end, I had to learn I’m my only helping hand.
I won’t cry even when I don’t win –
Despite the fall, I’m a waterfall,
I’ll look for the thrill of falling
Down and deeper right into the river of life that keeps on running.”