A Battle Worth Fighting
Trapped in a forest
Roaming freely, not knowing where to go
Venturing far past the boundaries
To a land known by some, forgotten by others
A land made of blood and tears
Depression and insomnia
Soft music flying past in the wind
Some escape from the land
Some are forever stuck, meant to become the greeters of the new faces
In this land, sorrows are supposed to forever haunt your very being
Anger is supposed to envelop your soul
The urge to kill only grows
Cuts are supposed to remain cold
And most importantly, pain is supposed to stay pain
But outside of the giant bear trap, many get caught in
Sadness turns into laughter and forgotten pasts
Anger fades away will a hug
The urge to kill flies away on the tail of anger
And last but not least, pain become our fuel
Our fuel to last
Our fuel to keep going
Our fuel for a better future
The future that will compensate for the last past
Reliving some memories that stayed
We've grown, we've become strong
And those who've never really been to the island can never tell the tales
The tales that some hold onto, and some died with
We'll last, just hold on and never let go