Why must things be so difficult,
when you are struggling,
just to breath?
Why when the world is so cold,
there is no one,
to love you?
Freedom is a distant memory,
never again to be had?
Why must things be so difficult,
when you are struggling,
just to breath?
Bleeding out,
all hops and dreams.
You don't need them anymore.
Silent screams,
echo through the night,
prying at your soul.
All seems lost,
in this world of black.
Nothing,
no one,
darkness.
All you see is a single light,
hidden past the fear,
behind doubts,
and covered by lied.
Move towards the light,
throw away the fear,
tear away the doubt,
and rip apart the lies.
Until you reach the light.
Where you are free,
everyone loves,
and there are no hard times.
Until you do,
be free,
love everyone,
and focus on the good.