When The Darkness Wins

I'm taking aim at the goal,
Watching for a shot.
What's the point in playing,
When you always lose the game?
I'm searching for some hope,
Looking for a sign.
What's the point in travelling,
When you have nowhere to go?
I'm waiting for some help,
Reaching for a hand.
What's the point in holding out.
When you're always left alone?
I'm holding on for life,
But quickly losing grip.
What's the point in trying,
When the darkness always wins?