Life is like writting with a pencil
It takes time to learn how to control it.
Our strokes are messy at first
As time goes on our marks become better and
Just when we think we have it life throws us a curve.
We'll write words on papers expressing love for others
But like writing with a pencil, we'll make mistakes.
We'll try hard to erase our problems
And even harder to write over them.
But even when we think we've succeeded
There are always shadows
Indentions on our papers, Indentions on our hearts
Where we pushed so hard, that will always remain.
The small pieces of eraser
The small memories we have.
Stay with us awhile, clinging to our clothes
Clinging to our heart.
They never go away
Even when the pencil breaks apart.