The doctor has the cure
But first you must acknowledge
You’re diseased
The clown may have the laughter
But first you must acknowledge
You’re displeased
You may grow to find
The truths you’ve known
Are not true, only faker
And the lovers that you cling to
There were never givers
Only takers
You may ask for safety
But first you must accept
You are in danger
You can always go back home
But first you must accept
You are the stranger
Because when you’re sitting lonely
You’ll find you’re not a mover
Or a shaker
And in the end you must decide
If you can live with the givers
Or the takers
You can lock away your past
But just make sure
You have the only key
You may despise the slaves of life
But just make sure
You’re living with the free
But please don’t ever ask me
What’s the difference
Between a lover and a hater?
To that I’ll say
Just ask yourself
Are you a giver, or a taker?








Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with a very lyrical feel my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
Appreciate you Damian!