Half Glass of Bittersweet

In order to rise up,
you will have to fall.
In order to live,
you'll have to die a bit.
If your head floats up,
they'll grab you by the toes.
You can't find your way back
unless you got away and went astray.
You can't save yourself
from what you don't know of.
The bittersweet half glass...

When you are so glad,
tears come bursting out.
When you fear so much,
you laugh it all away.
And when life stabs you down into the ground
and leaves you draining out,
you know scars are marks of that,
carved-down facts of how you survived.