Faults

Some days, you just might think you're

Just as easily forgotten as remembered

Entrusting your dreams to the wind

These days, it seems to just keep

Pushing them away

So you try to survive on

The bitter pill reality pressed down

Your throat, but it seems they're all going

Away again, the crowds have left you stranded

On the precipice

Just breathe, and the world will rush to

Greet you again

You'll get your impact, they'll get their story

And you'll get your grand

Ending.