All I do is wrong
Trying to satisfy two icons
I can’t think of right
For all seem to be on flight
“Please lord cover my heart
To withstand horrific nights.”
Serving two masters at a time-
Better not talk but mime
For you can’t escape without stepping one's line.
Even when a pine
There must come piles.
Stand firm, keep to the strive
After the dark tunnel comes light
This rumble is part of the flight.
