The world knows best
About what you deserve
And what you need
I'd say cut my wrists for the pain to dissolve
For the pain to leave my soul
But the heavens shake their heads
It's not to be, my dearie
The thunder is like a crack of the whip
It's loud
But it doesn't hurt the being
It touches reminiscent souls and peels the skin of their hearts
Plunges spears called memories
"Mama, why is it always me?"
The child might ask no longer able to bear the weight of his scars
"You must turn the soil again and again on a new land for fresh and healthy harvest to grow on. You have entered a new phase of life, dear. You'll be tested like the astronauts before they are sent to space, to see how well you are able to withstand and live life,"
The mother might reply caressing her heartbroken child's face
Look at the stars
If the winds whisper to you
Then the stars wink at you
For they know your struggles and are hinting at you about the fortune, at  the splendid life, you'll soon be receiving
So, come along, my jar of broken hearts
Take my hand
Let's go for a swim
And let the cold water wash away our pain
Our sins
And ourselves