To Whom It May Concern

So hold your head up high and know

it’s not the end of the road

Walk down this beaten path

before you pack your things and head home

At the end of the road you’ll find what you’ve been longing for

I know cause my feet have the scars to show

I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home

It’s time for you to press on

This is not your war

Set your sights to North and press on

This is not your escape

Wash away what they thought of you

Because in this place we’re all as good as dead

…end cycle…

Behind the mask you’ll find yourself alone

It's not the end of road for you