I'm sitting here with my head down,
This guitar soaked in my tears, it will drown.
I never raise a white flag, seems all is down.
I never thought it would reach where it is.
I was once told a white flag is saying it's them.
At some point it's running out of choices so it remains them.
Nothing is as bad as fight a lost battle or running a lost race.
I have kept my clean sheet and done a good race.
I have lost the battle and its no more the race.
With my head down and socked book, the journey continues.
I'm like a dog I don't speak but I understand.
I wish it would be different and for once my smile be patient.
Maybe life is never what we expect and we got to struggle some more.
It's good to be in love, but what good does it bring if you don't get the same?
In this battle at what point do you say it's enough and you got to fight?
Or is it the case of the white flag?
A white flag may mean you forever a slave and not necessarily free.
I have had my defenses so high and i had a reason to be like that.
The world exposes you to bad moments we end being defensive with everything.
How can something feel so real yet it's not?
I sit with my head down and with a soacked handkerchief I'm more confused than before.
They say the rains fall after the sun.
And in the sun we make hay when it's all up.
In me I hold a heavy heart for I have lost a battle.
As I Bury this white flag on the ground, I do it with hesitation.
I never fail but I take this as a man and move on.
I just never thought this would be here.
It feels like I'm in a sand storm and i dont know when it will end.
God who creates both the storm and I will keep me alive.
I got eye bags not coz of lack of sleep coz of brightness of the flag.
I have once again in a long time lost again.
All I will do is raise my white flag and acknowledge defeat.
This is just different....
