.It's Gonna Be Alright.
As you lay in this trough of your usually bountiful valley of life,
Don’t you dare turn over.
Once you go belly up towards those that wish to bury you,
They’ve won.
Grab my hand like you’re reaching for a star named after me;
Plant your two feet beneath you with the utmost conviction.
I’ll help you push upward and rise.
Listen to your heart, it’s been talking to you all this time.
It speaks nearly as deafening as the voice of god;
Now is your chance to be all ears.