Move On

Along the way

Acquanitances are made

Enemies picked up

Friends waylaid

Some friends move away

Some out

I learn to not think about

Them

And I learn to move on (move on)

Along the way

There are lessons learnt

Eyes cried out

And skin burnt

By the touch of

Lust and more lust

Of fools thinking

Lust can be turned to trust

Rust

Must

Lust

After

The heart of steel

That may feel

Sometime

I feel

But I’d rather touch

Not stay

Live to fight

Another day.