Parents.

He was running right beside me, his hand holding on me tight.
Trusted by setting me free, ensuring everything is alright.

Pacing down the aisle, I was looking all around.
Falling down again, hurt and blood was what I've found.

We tend to fall, we tend to bleed. We learn from our mistakes.
We'll have scars, so we'll remember about it.

School's semester has ended.
Somehow it seems everything was pacing too fast.
No doubt shit happens, but I really enjoyed the experiences.

Was looking at an adult's facebook profile just now.
Pictures and such that were taken by him was really cool.
He liked taking shots of his little daughter. Boasting so much about her.
I stand amazed at the tenacity of love he has for her.
Every child is the pride of the Father.

I believe every parents would love their children to strive for the best.
And thats why it hurts them SO, SO, SO MUCH when they see their children "fall".