There's nothing poetic about
pain,
Nothing heroic about withstanding a storm,
Yet the after-effects makes you think somehow big of yourself,As if there's some kind of nobility in not cracking like the broken door beneath your feet..
We crumble during the storm not after it..
Only after the last whistle of the distant wind has gone that we show our heads in pride..
Cause there's nothing poetic about pain !
Nothing heroic about withstanding a storm,
Yet the after-effects makes you think somehow big of yourself,As if there's some kind of nobility in not cracking like the broken door beneath your feet..
We crumble during the storm not after it..
Only after the last whistle of the distant wind has gone that we show our heads in pride..
Cause there's nothing poetic about pain !
