Disclaimer: Don't own Danny Phantom
White and black,
Day and night,
It's who we are,
And can never be.
Dreaming is for children,
Full of love and passion.
Reality is for us,
With cruelty and hate,
The cold truth of life.
The lines of right and wrong,
Blurred and indefined.
Sometimes we pretend,
Go back to the joy we felt,
But reality grabs us with his iron grip,
And we can't escape.
Loneliness is our only true friend,
Constintly there,
A solid figure in a swirl of changes.
We lose some,
We gain some,
But what does it matter in the end?
We are all the same.
Looking for love;
Looking for family;
Looking to live.
We all want the same,
Though our veiws are vairied.
When death takes us;
When he carries us home;
We have nothing.
We only have who we are.
Possesions don't matter,
We need nothing thats replaced.
Only who we really are,
But could never be.
