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Through the years that passed —some wisdom I gained from moments of toil and hardship —looking at the price of happiness and the seal of love —I learned not to give myself up just for people to take everything from me without giving back
Through the years that goes on —some thoughts I delved into from moments of quiet and hurt —clawing for the dreams the world makes harder to reach and for the peace my own hand will not give —I learned not to care if I am being broken down, bit by bit until nothing is left of me
Through the years that came and went —some learning I kept from moments of both ups and downs and of blood and healing —picking up shards left by my own sanity and the pieces of my once whole heart— I learned not to cry for the long dead and gone to instead celebrate what I gathered of myself so far
Through the years, love— I learned to smile and say I'm fine even though I'm already desolate and empty in my mind
