we are the children of imperfection
cursed with misdirection.
then, cast-out of our homes.
forced to face the dark alone.
but in the black, we found the gray.
and we followed it’s trail, to the light of day.
then fell into the suns warm imbrace
found hope in a desolate place
your smoke and mirrors don’t faze me.
this is my landslide. this is our victory