I have this heart full of fear
Stuck in this room without windows
Why must I fight on?
I pick up my head, but I always face down.
Tell me why should I walk up right,
When I continue to fall?
How do you know?
Tell me why I should believe that
Everything will turn out alright?
How do you know?
Everything gets worse.
When they should be getting better.
What is the point of going on,
When doing nothing at all?
What is holding me down?
If I can’t stand up for what is right.
What is the point of living.
If I keep faking it,
What is the point of life?
Why should continue to stand tall,
When all I do is nothing?
I can rise against all the worries.
I can stand up for what is wrong.
What is the point of believing,
When everything I do is wrong?
Why do I continue to take these hits?
Why can’t I say I don’t hurt no more?
When can I say I am alright,
And I can say I don’t have to fight?
I can wipe this slate clean.
I can run away free.
rain falls from the blackness in the sky, the water soaks the earth. here we stay a float, but slowly we are drowning. the mud grabs us by the ankles, pulling us into the ground. everyday is a struggle to move. With all of these days, we carry out this weight, walking closer to the pavement. we tippy toe across the marsh, crashing faster each time. crushed to our knees, our hearts slow to a beat. we question our strength, savoring every last drop, like the very last scotch. and at the end of the day, when the moon covers the view. your soft hand pressures, then squeeze’s these muscles and slowly cracks the bones, you push down upon me, I pray you don’t break me. With all the pain and agony, we continue to push forward, but we question our lives, always struggling to stand up straight. fearing our inevitable fate. carrying this horrible weight. Note; In all honesty this is about the world and the struggle to live, have faith in God, but the weight some t...
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