I want to sing, my throat is hoarse, I want to love, but love is lost.
I gave enough, I gave the most, and went from fine to only worse.
I knocked so long, but door was closed, I tried and waited through remorse.
I hoped and prayed, ignored the cost, ignored the silence and the frost.
Perhaps, the sun will never shine, when locked in fear, pain, and guilt.
Perhaps, the fault was never mine, but how audience was built.
I didn’t fail to revive the wonders floating in the sky.
I lived my days, I lived my life, and thought that evil was a lie.
And thus, I failed to protect. I’d just ignore, avoid, defect
The very evil in a sin. I tried to prove that love would win.
But pain and fear ran amok, I fought it off for just too long.
Instead of love, I just prolonged the torment of illusive past.
I couldn’t save the world from hate, I couldn’t balance left and right.
I didn’t need to simply wait. It wasn’t peace. It was a fight.
It felt familiar, felt like love, but I confused past love and pain.
I floated freely from above, and fell below, like summer rain.
I’m angry, hurt, confused, and sad, but maybe it already passed.
What I have had, the good, the bad… it doesn’t have to live and last.
I’ll rise again, and looking back will feel like any other day.
I’ll love, I’ll float, I’ll sing again. I won’t give up. This is my way.