Forced to Bend

Some might losing the things that I've said Some might moving away from the frame In the darkest memory of the past Might hide the brightest thought that will last Some might say there are mountains we have to climb Where dirt is the only thing to find How many wars we have to fight Against our own inner mind? Hold on to your scent Keep your, keep your temper Hold on to your scent Do not force yourself to bend Some might losing the things that I've said Some might moving away from the frame In the darkest memory of the past Might hide the brightest thought that will last Some might say there are mountains we have to climb Where dirt is the only thing to find How many wars we have to fight Against our own inner mind? Hold on to your scent Keep your, keep your temper Hold on to your scent Do not force yourself to bend Hold on to your scent Keep your, keep your temper Hold on to your scent Do not force yourself to bend