It's a bed of roses
only, outnumbered by the thorns.
Life is harsh
it could suck passion
out of your soul
it could drain
all th optimisim of your being
it could exhaust
what's left of your strength
both physically
and emotionally
it can drown you with misery
or punch you with pain
it won't stop
You can't run
you can't hide
you can only surrender
or you can fight the losing battle...
...then surrender.