Step away from the war-torn edges, of the holes in your once brave heart.
Walk away from the lifeless ledges, till you’re ready for this slippery part.
Just south of that final, last layer; in your really, not-empty chest;
Waits another secret chamber, are you uber ready for the rest?
Youth makes us much too eager. Pride makes us be too bold.
It takes hard-times to fully grasp, the truths you were quietly told.
It’s more than flesh you desire, more than a warmish hand to hold.
Hearts bought and set with gemstones, bound in rings of high-dollar gold,
Come wrapped in paper promises; fitted sheets that just won’t fold.
They leave an empty hollow, a hunger for a simpler road.
Can skin explode when hearts implode?
Is the fantasy storybook hero – just a yellow-bellied, horny toad?
Turn away from lies and false hopes toward a future that’s actually true.
Let the next path be the right path. Get going, find what’s real for you.
Take this time to try and figure; just whose life you want to hold.
The only things that truly matter, cannot be bartered or sold.
Now you’ve been told; don’t make me scold. Please break the mold.