His name was sacrifice
Can you see the fortune, with what you lack
Can you admire the volume, of all that is kept?
Because you seem to always gloom, when you asked,
Him, the most knowing and most wise of all, to what you were tasked,
if whether in this life, would you ever bloom like the name you were destined to act
And you would fear if you weren't enough
But you have always been enough to us, and soon, you would be able to grasp
The dignified version of you that you so wanted, when you start accepting yourself
- The man who long to sacrifice
(Credits: The Paper Plane)










