feet are made to be walked on
hands are made to be held,
miles are made to be travelled
and souls are made to be given up

tasted are made to be savored
tastes so sour begin to seem sweet
everything will turn out for the better,
most times.

obstacles are made to be conquered
mountains are made to be climbed
storms are made to be weathered
and i have made myself push through

but hearts arent made to be broken,
trust isnt made to be torn,
hope isnt made to be shattered,
and my soul has given up.

i wish i were bold
i wish id never grow old
i wish i was never told
that growing old is so bad
i wish we didnt bleed
i wish you didnt see this side of me
i wish that i could be
what you want me to be

failures are made to become successes
if once you fail, you try
and you try again,
scars are made to be word with pride,
and souls are made to be
given up.