My Brittle Heart Entwined With Hope's Coarse Veins,
My Soul Fighting For My Body's Control,
Is It Really That Wrong To Feel This Plain?
My Glass Is Neither Half Empty Or Full

Is It Wrong To Dream, Or Wish Upon Stars?
There Is No Sunshine When I Dream Or Wish,
Is It Wrong To Search For Something So Far?
Is It Wrong To Walk A Desert As Fish?

Does Hope Grow On Trees, Or Sway In The Wind?
Does Bad Luck Wear Glasses? And Is Luck Blind?
Does Heaven Give Offers Then Rescind?
It Feels Like--You Never Know What You'll Find

Is It Wrong We All Don't Get Time To Heal?
I'm Starting To Wish Good Fortune Was Real

Artificial Lights
Lead The Way Back To My Home
But Is It Really?

Tonight The Thickets Are Completely Still,
The Cold Is Cutting Through My Damp Jacket,
The Pale And Far Away Sun Almost Gone,
The Only Sound Is A Lone Raven's Call,
It Is Hoarse Yet Quiet, Miles Away,
Evergreen Boughs Lie Limp Heavy With Snow,
Picture Perfect--A Postcard From God's Land,
Winter Is An Odd Time In The Forest,
Rarely Do I See A Bird Flutter Or,
Hear Any Creature Stir In This White Wood,
Frozen In The Snow Lie Sleeping Flowers,
Yet I Have Never Heard Those Flowers Snore,
Tonight The Thickets Are Eerily Still,
Yet This Quiet Is What I've Searched For,
The Silence Whispers A Song Few Can Hear,
I Am Fine With This Being The Last Song,
Which Ever Slithers In My Frosted Ear

Sun setting, disappearing beneath the sea
The slight sadness that was left whisked away
I was there, thinking of my life
And it had struck me
Like a bolt of lightning shot from
The heavens fingers
I was wasting time , I was wasting it on what?
Bits of hurt feelings , and pity for myself
I got up and made my way to the waters edge
And watched my starry reflection
Being pulled in different ways
As the sea breathed
If I wanted to be great
If I wanted to make a small mark
In the big world , I couldn't just sit on the shore
And wait
I have to pursue the fleeting possibilities
I have to open my mind to things
If I wanted to be great I had to think for myself
I have to stop dwelling on little things with
No relevance
Moving onward , walking across the waters
To capture the sun
In my palms
And rise my hands to my ancestors
As an offering
That from this point
I will put forth the strength and integrity
I pledge to have
That I will push my way through if at first the way is to small