Our Path

Everyone looks upon us like we're crazy, but our love doesnt follow thier standards

built like a crutch
to the one unstable
they sit back and watch
they're not capable

we limp along stranded; alone
they just stare in our wake
whisper tale of our mistakes
well it's not like you guided,
we feel our own path along.

burdoned and worn out
lying and gasping for air
you pull the thorn out
suck the poison clear
abandoned in fall out
i lay in a pool of waste
blood seeps around me
as flies are surrounding
but you came back and washed it away

we are our own
we mow the briars down
as you follow
our path along the ground

and you still wonder why we bleed
we move for change and not defeat