The Light
It's hard to see the light,
When you're blinded by the dark.
It's hard to pave your way,
When you're clueless where to walk.
It's hard to live your life,
When it's shadowed by doubt.
The Mind's a dangerous tool,
When it see's no way out.
How can one be expected,
To rise above it all--
When the world is so willing,
To watch you as you fall?
Should you stop caring,
Or should you develop an eye...
To catch yourself in your woe
And turn your back on the lies?
When you're blinded by the dark.
It's hard to pave your way,
When you're clueless where to walk.
It's hard to live your life,
When it's shadowed by doubt.
The Mind's a dangerous tool,
When it see's no way out.
How can one be expected,
To rise above it all--
When the world is so willing,
To watch you as you fall?
Should you stop caring,
Or should you develop an eye...
To catch yourself in your woe
And turn your back on the lies?