The Fight

The Fight

Is there really hope for the hopeless

is reaching out really all it takes

Is it true when one door closes another opens

Or in reality, do we just end up trapped with our mistakes

A room not here, there, or anywhere

A place that's not even in between

Nobody to hold you if you're scared

Nobody to hear you if you scream

Alone and naked in all your glory

the silence is hell

your thoughts resonate inside as if you're only a shell

and only you are there to hear the story

Is this place a dream

is it white or black

are you as you think you seem

is there any way back

I question it

faith no more

will you still lift me up

or am I Satans whore

Can't abandon all my fear

I want more than anything to feel you here

Yet I think If I give away to you myself and all I've ever known

I will just end up cold, naked, and all alone

I suppose the answer has been there all along

there isn't an answer because there isn't a question that matters

when all I feel questioning this is so completely wrong

The fact remains the same, I'm worn beaten, and shattered

I can stay here wondering and wandering about

but I am where I am and up is the only way out

without a rope or a ladder

So I kicked and screamed

now I reach out to be redeemed

I give up the fight

Now can I bear the quiet?