Where do we draw the line

In the unforgiving depths of our torture 

To the seeping wounds kept under a thick skin 

With every bottle or bag of conditioned poison 

Some bear many scars healed by the strength of heart

And they have learned how to bleed and what is worth bleeding over

Some of us are bleeding for the first time 

Know that you aren't the first and won't be the last

Hearts don't become strong for the lack of living 

And living is not strength through lack of heart

A thousand old tree has seen many seasons 

And still holds true to the Goddess of the sky 

Even when her pockets are filled with Posies