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 way 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