Against All Odds

Against all odds- I am a mad child.

The hourglass rings true after the holding our breath:

There is nothing beneath us- so live free.

We told ourselves to let faith prevail,

But we still continued to chew the concrete,

So all I could do was continue to confess my sins,

And in many unions real notions were learned

Etched before me, holding the phrase of prophecy:

In this perfect world the concept of a cage

Is practiced constantly.

After all- planets align the same way family ties form

The same way you and I form:

Against all odds.

The End

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