Lives living

Why be the rain when you can be the storm, 
Roses are pretty but look at the thorn. 
The protector of the fragile like baby and mum
It's the bullet that harms, not the gun
Like house and home are not the same 
Like hearts and scars heal different pain 
Is it the door or the lock we stay safe of night 
What shines more? Stars or moonlight
dust settles, long stays the rust
the bread is soft but look at his crust 
The little things matter that we sometimes miss 
Hugs are stronger than a fist or a kiss 
You don't have to run we are all heading the same way 
Walk at your pace and take in the day