Defense Wounds - Pariso

But the paths that I’ve crossed show my struggles are pointless.

Whether or not, it’s the choices that mould us.

A heart with all the ambition knows nothing of premonition.

My ship stays clear of the coast, a year has past for those who hate the most.

The forks in this river, unforeseen but as daunting as it seems my words will

turn to dust.

Where’s the joy if it’s laid out infront of us?

The sea runs red with the blood of nostalgia.

It makes me sick but we’re no better.

But the paths that I’ve crossed show my struggles are pointless.

Whether or not, it’s the choices that mould us.