Meaning
You told me once
Things get broken, things get bent.
Now I know exactly what you meant.
Things will fall and things will fade,
We will ever be pushed toward the growing shade.
It happened that
The fighting broke, but the rules were bent.
And the worst is that we knew what it meant.
We played with fire and we got burned,
Then we were surprised when the wheel turned.
How could it be
We were told to go and so we went,
And no one knows now what it meant?
They were right and we were wrong,
But even then we were the strong.
I can't believe that
I have broken and I did bend,
But even now I'm on the mend.
With help of family, I'm learning to love.
Enemies below as well as above.
And I know
The rules are ours to break and bend;
No matter what, the world will mend.
It's our job now to lock the door.
We have the key. We're again at war.
A/N: I don't even know what's going on here. This has been floating around my head for a while (forever) and when I got around to writing it, it kind of sounded like Castiel. I don't know.