What do you do when you look around and all you see is black?
You strain your heart each day as you search for something good,
But only find the graveyard
Where love comes to die
And lies grow like weeds.
Holding onto that rope
With bleeding hands,
Holding onto the last strand of hope
With a bleeding heart.
I look around
And feel all is lost:
The world is cruel- selfish
And spiteful and I am no exception
I accept that,
The world is dark and unforgiving
But it’s up to us,
We have to be strong even when we are broken
We have to paint that canvas bright
Until the love finds its way through,
Even just the slightest bit,
The tiniest effort,
can change everything.