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.