A life untouched by tragedy is no life at all. For how will you make it through the world? If experience you cannot recall.
How will you pick yourself up? If never before did you fall. And how will you find what you’re looking for?
If you were always guided to the end of your hall. Someone like you would be helpless. If ever they would brawl.
Because their lack of knowledge. Would leave them bruised and forced to crawl. So when those who walked you through this life are gone.
Reality will run you down and leave you bloody and mauled.
