Take it, & break it. - nothing special .

on a rainy day i begin to write. .

take people for who they are , not what they are.
take people for their heart, not their appearence.
take people for the feelings they hold, not the face that's so bold.

we run and we hide, only to look beyond and get inside.
take the frigtened for who they are hiding.
take the hurt for what they feel,
take the weak and make them stronger.

take the confused and let them understand;
underneath this all, take us for who we are.

take the homeless and bring them light,
take the broken, and fill them with joy.

because -

now i can't laugh, can't cry ;
and i can't run , can't hide.

after all ;
you get use to the pain, and numb until the sting,
until you can't feel anything.

you try to explain but no-one hears it,
it's as if the words were your very own tears, hiding behind the precious excuse of fear.
no,
you can't laugh, can't cry .
and can't run, can't hide..
anymore - it's like the sun when it comesout it always goes away at the end of the day .

maybe underneath it all, you're better off takeing it and breaking it.
take it all & break it, don't let something make you fall.

take eachother for who we are,
take them for what's inside,
not the appearence nore the pride.