What It Consists Of

The world consists of many things
The voice that's silent, and the voice that sings
Of life and death, abandon and hope
Tears of joy, or the ones death bring
There are many things of which we consist
The ones who give in, the ones who resist
Ways to forgive, ways to cope
The pushovers, the ones who insist
There is so much that consists in the paths we weave
Things to disregard, things to believe
We hold so much on a stringy rope
But what really matters, is the impact we leave