In Honor of Supernatural
         You grow stronger with every battle, win or lose.
Your skin grows darker, tougher
                                              The wind’s beating taking toll on you
You grow up though it seems more like you’re filling in
                               All the empty spaces
You learn what you don’t know
                                               What you do know
                                                         And what you wish you didn’t know
And all these days flash before your eyes
                                              Second long impressions of
                                          People’s faces
                                 Moments you wish lasted years
And the ones you pretend never happened
                                                           Nothing’s changed
                                                                       Still the same old people
Minus a few
                                              And you’re not necessarily friends
But you’re not enemies either
                  There’s heartbreak and pain
                          A disillusioned grace to your happiness
But you carry on
                      A weathered soldier in a war
But you carry on
                      A wilted spirit in a trench coat
But you carry on
                      A wight lost in the fray
You carry on
                 Two wayward sons and their wankle Angel who never quite knew how to stay away













