Always hope.

They say there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.
Where that light is, I may never know
A life worth living stands in my way.
But it’s hard to say goodbye.
All those things I’ve never seen.
Haunt the spirit in me,
I can’t let me be me
There’s nothing to go on
Another sigh or sorrow
A confusion of laughter love pain hate and joy.
But if nothing stands in your way, what’s there left to lose?
Nothing, but there is always someone in your way
Who is it?
It’s you.
You’re the only one standing in your own way and you can’t let that happen.
You have to push it aside and shoot for the stars.
For without that little voice inside your head,
You’d do nothing but dread.
The crying at night softens the blow, but it’s never that easy.
No one can save you. Or change you.
Nothing can help you but you, and it’s up to you to do it.
Why sing a song so sinfully sad? Why rejoice and dance and have our hearts feel glad?
Our emotions, that is, a painful thing.
No one can take pride in dying to sing.
A song, a laugh, a shrug or a tear,
Am I that defensive, can you hear?
It’s not too late, it’s never too late
To do what you know is best.
Leave out all the rest.