In Honor of Supernatural
You grow stronger with every battle, win or lose.
Your skin grows darker, tougher
The wind’s beating taking toll on you
You grow up though it seems more like you’re filling in
All the empty spaces
You learn what you don’t know
What you do know
And what you wish you didn’t know
And all these days flash before your eyes
Second long impressions of
People’s faces
Moments you wish lasted years
And the ones you pretend never happened
Nothing’s changed
Still the same old people
Minus a few
And you’re not necessarily friends
But you’re not enemies either
There’s heartbreak and pain
A disillusioned grace to your happiness
But you carry on
A weathered soldier in a war
But you carry on
A wilted spirit in a trench coat
But you carry on
A wight lost in the fray
You carry on
Two wayward sons and their wankle Angel who never quite knew how to stay away