Keep it together now,
as you wish as you know how.
It'll all work out.
When nothing ever seems to be,
exactly what you may need now,
hold fast now, to drench yourself and last.
All that you know,
is all that you've figured out.
But you'll never land again
until you stop falling down.
Don't let yourself wither now,
perpendicular to the ground.
It'll all work out.
And don't ever doubt the days.
As if they're not apt to change now,
it'll all come around.
So brace yourself and last.
All that you know,
is all that you've figured out.
But you'll never land again
until you stop falling down.
So alive, even cut down to size.
We're here to recognize our place in time.
The role we play, the days we make,
and the ones made without us around.
We all must carry on,
when we can't carry on with what we want now.
All that you know,
is all that you've figured out.
But you'll never land again
until you stop falling down.
I play guitar. I love my family and best friends and my fatty! I sip on good tea and ride my bicycle. I enjoy Thai food and traveling. Writing is nice. Music saves. I attend USF and am a Creative Writing major. I love Florida. Southeast First.
