navigator

just don't wanna be a lost cause but how? when i hate who i was never made the time for what i had to do never did what made me happy, too built myself a shelter made of sticks and mush now life's storm has passed, and my soul is crushed right where i belong, under my home's fallen weight paying for the sins, walking into death's gate a voice tugs me back, pleading into me a thought said a couple things of what i had once sought. you're the one who writes your own damned story good cards aren't who make a man's glory don't depend on everything that makes you feel warm be your own home, and take on life's storm set your sail, and look across your sea bloom into who you were meant to be