C.S. Lucky-One

I wasn’t for life seen thrown away
I get what the sun throws
Some ways I’m salt
Some sense of a medium
Sent through rooms
Assumed quality
And brought by a stadium
Not stolen away
Nor in my heart
Wasn’t the last I’ve thrown away
First to fall
You’re the first to go
Promised us, I’m the lucky one
So get what you want
So, paranoia
I’ve never seen It, so
It’s my own way
Echo of a loss
Unity divisional force
It defies
It’s the struggle
It’s the person behind you
A rectified heart
To all the lucky ones
So far
They know you’re here
Brought by a stadium
Thrown away
All in my heart
Assume I’m bought by a medium
Echo of a loss
If it defines you
It’s a struggle