forgive me for the words i say and meet me in a secret place where we can plan and hide away ... and say goodbye...                   to f***** up places and all the people that sneer in our faces and all the s*** that stirs and races to be free to live and pursue our chases of dreams, yes dreams brings youth to faces and lengthens lives and supports our cases or causes of purpose what more can be said? purposeful living not the living of the dead so please forgive me for the words i've said it's all a matter of what's right in my head and clearly a case of the living and the dead so ranting and racing and panting and chasing fighting the fight to find our own places letting go or holding on, strength in meekness or being strong like some kind of game try not to be wrong but not a game, no second chances no do-overs, no second glances no going back, only moving on so make your choices but make them strong and fight the fight to be your own person we all turn to dust so what is your purpose? be loud, be true, be kind, be cruel but be, yes be, so you can be you so look in the mirror and look in your head clear out the dust and make your own bed in the end these are just words - what more can be said? to finally live, or the life of the dead so fight the fight to be your own person we all turn to dust so what is your purpose? be loud, be true, be kind, be cruel but be, yes be, so you can be you