There are Those

Emotions belong to those who are passionate and have heart
who are innocent from the start
the idea of it is truly an art

But then there are those who live in the cold
Just waiting to die off when they grow old
Just waiting for their story to be told
Never as a kid did they receive a trophy of silver or gold

With their eyes black and their hearts heavy
They want to sit back and break the levy
And cry until their eyes are dry

But they stand firm
Crying, they've never heard the term
For if they did, it would once again be their turn
To feel the red hot burn,
of a hand against their face
to be told they are a disgrace

So they become stone cold
Finally doing what they are told
Just wishing these days would not be their days of old

So when they are alone they feel safe from society
no one is ranting or rioting
But peace, its calm, its quieting

Still
motionless like a picture frame
going through life as a terrible game
everything to lose, nothing to gain.
but they do not feel the pain

Emotions are for those who are passionate in life
fighting over who's wrong or who's right
But there are those who neutral
who wish to not fight
who are not seeking for a light
but looking for someone to squeeze them tight,
a flame to ignite.
They look forward to the peace at night.
And just hope that the next day will turn out alright.