and she used to eat flowers

soldier of life's pain

Who must we love,
to find the spark aflame?
How must we choose,
so we don't find ourselves in pain?

Ancestors whisper down the line,
be this way and live like this.
Or I will leave you behind.
Wisdom laces the words I spew,
live my life anew.

A hand to your right eye,
cover the hurt you see.
With your eye, you are blind,
but to seek, you must hide.

In the shadows, grow to be,
cry amongst your heart's plea,
and in the end, when you are strong,
there, you will not flee.