there’s color in honor, only the best;
and when the sun shines through our windows
we sail away like untied ships;
our futures’ at stake, and we play these games
like a spider weaving its web
in spite of the incoming rain.
in debt to the best of my world,
all amounts of money could not repay
the decisions I’ve made,
the family I have;
and how imperfect they are.
we are not perfect, we are not best,
but we know this and try just like all the rest.
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