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?
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