Easy

First things first
Let make this work
Before you go your way
You take this word...

Gold
Oil
Untouched water
True love
Knowledge
Serenity
Heaven

What do all these things have in common?
How easy it is to find 'em
The first three material, physical
The rest being spritual
A walk in the park
More like a walk in the dark
Vulnerable to the unknown
Fear gets caught in the heart
Mistakes be a sport and an art we hate yet are flawless at
Demons for beasts ready to claw and scratch
And feed on your spirit
Bleed all your spirit dry
How can you live if you're dead inside?
Anyone that wakes everyday and has left behind
Their spirit eventually befriends some knives
Or a nine millimeter
Alone with their thoughts all the time
They're really spending time with the grim reaper
Call themselves fighting it off with a dime of weed or
Poisoning their liver by the liter
You figure you must above the pain
If you numb the pain
Then you're sober
Realize you can't outrun your brain
Hear me
If finding these things was a walk in the park
Would you need to cope with it
Would you need some dope to hit
Would you need to pour and sip
And ultimately,
Would it even take you so long to come across this shit
We would've been fulfilled our desires by now
Been reached it
But we haven't, why
Because we physically can't see it
That's why it's a walk in the dark
Light is growth
Growth is to live and learn
Even when you crash and burn
If you live, you earn
And the more you earn
The greater the light shines through
And you realize
You don't find these things
They find you
Whatever finds you
You have a story that receives it
And that story represents
Nothing worthwhile comes easy