I look in her eyes an see a million tears
..Ducks red and swollen..
from preeminent fears.
Which parallel emotion and pride..
Gives way as to why her demons collide.
All for the moment an none for the road.
A clear reason, her story is seldomly told.
All for the show an none for the take.
The weary's allotted much for the wait.
Much for the doubt
Tons for the pride
Your heart's exchanged
Walls built up just to tear back down
Who signs up for the merry go round?
"I'm to old for this shit"
Spewed out by those who quit
Those who shared the common bond
Love in lust then venture on