Rockets
to a best friend
I would not say that they are pretences But she mentions them to me nonetheless I try to trek these deep snake-like trenches When it is she who puts me to the test
She never acknowledges her self-worth And my attempts to change her thought are in vain If life were to repeat this awful dearth I'd learn that tears did not equal the pain
There's a world that we still need to rectify And an eternity needed for total remission Within ourselves we still question the eye But we never choose to change the vision
Yet we pretend we can touch the heaven's stars Without a rocket, and only our broken hearts