The mind gets bothered
The heart gets hurt
Words do nothing to scars
Emotions become drama
And everything gets buried
When does this all stop?
When does the mind become fulfilled?
When does the heart become whole?
How can we pretend things are ok?
When do we believe it's all real
Complications create walls
Experiences create wisdom
The soul suffers
Everything we do achieves something
But until we know the purpose
Nothing makes sense!
The heart gets hurt
Words do nothing to scars
Emotions become drama
And everything gets buried
When does this all stop?
When does the mind become fulfilled?
When does the heart become whole?
How can we pretend things are ok?
When do we believe it's all real
Complications create walls
Experiences create wisdom
The soul suffers
Everything we do achieves something
But until we know the purpose
Nothing makes sense!
