Great Men

Great Men

Great men fall, sometimes
Drown in sorrow
And pity themselves
Till they come back around

But I'm not a great man
I'm just a man
With no room for downfalls
Barley enough room for tomorrow

I've reached into the nothing
And pulled out a life
An existence I call my own
With or without a silver lining or a rose

Fools think too much
Kill themselves with kindness
And play the game till the end
And never win their own hearts over