have you ever thought about what you’re leaving behind for your children?
would they remember you as a hero or a villian?
i thought about it and began to look at where i’m going and where i’ve been
but i couldn’t help but wish i never did some of the fucked up shit i did
but then i thought about what am i doing to clean my sins
before i decide to sleep i want my kids to be proud that they are mine
that they’ll understand the principles i thought them in time
the world is changing, and so are we, we will all get old
no matter how long we live we’ll still get old
just understand the mistakes of our fathers are far less harmful than the mistakes we make to our kids
you got to wonder about love sometimes, we love our families, our friends, the good times and sometimes the bad
but it seems to break us from time to time, teaches us the lesson that it was better to have than to have had
but at some other times we can’t really be happy during or after, we sometimes wish that time would just stand still so you can manage
we learn our shitty lessons through walking in them and soon thereafter we can’t wait to get rid of that awful stench
we go through our ups and downs like a rollercoaster, holding our breath until our lungs can’t it anymore
maybe one more ride, one more night, one more decision of fight or flight, maybe it can just turn out right
just one more
i remember this one day i sat on the bus, it was like any other day
woke up late for class so i was in a rush, sitting there while i tried to study
then a lady walks in, she appears to have no home, along with her dog
people sit and stare as she takes her seat hoping she doesn’t stay too long
i look and wonder, “where are you going?” maybe she just likes the ride
maybe her story is worth knowing, or maybe she’s just another person sleeping in streets tonight
what if all she needed was a “hello, how are you?” something to let her know she is accepted
maybe we’re just too cynical in our view or maybe i might be taking the world for granted
is there hope? is there a light at the end of it all? are we capable of loving one another for who they are?
can we work together for the better good? instead of arguing can we be understood?
maybe we’re just too far from thinking this way, or we’re too far gone to ever change