I feel so lost
On a neverending trail
Do all that I can
Yet nothing prevails
I try so hard
Yet always seem to fail
I am a prisoner
Of my own jail
Don't know what to do
Or even where to turn
I hold on so tight
But my grip's short of stern
Inside of my chest,
A deep painful burn
It happens over and over
Yet I never seem to learn
Where am I going
And what do I do?
Maybe some day
I will finally get a clue
I constantly search
Never finding the truth
Maybe I will find
That my truth will be you
I search in the dark,
Don't have a light
All that I see
Is the harsh, cold night
Put up my fists
And begin to fight
But I know 2 wrongs
Will never make a right
Yet I still keep trying
Don't know what for
As I begin to grow weak
I can't handle much more
Everywhere I turn
I see a locked door
I fall to the ground,
My body tired and sore
The wounds are deep
And yet deeper still
I tumble back down
To the bottom of the hill
I don't stand a chance
But have a strong will
I just won't stop
Until the gaps are filled
I can't be perfect
All I can do is try
I've got to keep going
Even if it makes me cry
I won't fall victim
'Cause I can't live a lie
And I won't stand back
As live passes me by...
By Sarah Gaines
This is just something I wrote for anyone who's ever had to fight to stay on their feet...
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