Whisteria Cottage - Pathology Of Our Existence

We are driven to failure
But my blood will not be shed
A resilience of greater fortitude
To the forefront of our admiration of a bastard

Creating a life of worthiness,
When is it my time to shine?
Fractured yet he is still swinging strong
Finally earning a right to be apart.

Designed for identical reconstruction
I was born to start this change,
Worry for the weak,
Yet cry for the strong.

In a world where everything is wrong we look in ourselves
We are the ones that belong.