Mentobe

sometimes i just sit back and wonder what was meant to be learned from that event that occured
 everything happens for a reason
 right
 i left behind just another tragic lesson in life
 an organic rush adrenaline flight high above the traumatized situation of life
 its ironic
 considerate rarity patron of love
 higher knowledge engulfs me
 cause the blast of fate a lesson
 to my eyes concerned and overwhelmed theirs were of fear yet i'm feelin so empty inside
 and yet it burns so akward this time
 tears a waterfall of acid cries from his eyes
 i need to recognize
 its meant to be
 he's alive and his cries just begin arisin
 suprisin as well
 this little boy proud of helpin those in need but he's not me but just maybe he could be
 i can see it now because
 im a hero in his eyes temporarily blind/
 this immature kid a spirit as well an angel
 hiding by helping and wanting to understand me
 it's somethin with my pride
 lies
 i cannot hide my true side
 and maybe in distress i can still come out laughing that's the way i am
 am i hard to recognize?
 what do i need to realize?
 why can't i see with my own fucking eyes?
 what do i need to see?