Sometimes we are lost,
In prisons called our minds.
Sometimes in that black space,
We admire a few soulful finds.
Some truths are eventually found,
Which we hid in there, so deep.
Which, to our morale, keep us bound,
And the weights on our hearts, we keep.
We find the scars kept out of sight,
And embrace them with love and care.
In that darkness, we find some light,
And parts of us which we laid there.
For times as these, where the mind is shot,
We strive to be so strong.
We keep what's good and dispose of what's not,
And re-judge what's right from wrong.