I didn't think to bring a wash cloth to rub away the dirt. Myself and I we share this barely beating heart of hurt. And when the hurt comes theres an argument, a fight to save a smile, a small attack on human tears to dry them for a while.
A dream we all should count on. Yeah a vision I believe Where confidence is found, attached to wires on our sleeve. And where loneliness is history. Told to pack his shit and leave. And where guidance is a fortune, told to help in time of need.
And where crying isn't secret, it's the art of how we grieve. And lessons are the key to every goal I will achieve. I will achieve.