It’s night time again.
Here I sit,
Thinking of the beginning,
The middle and the end.
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
Will I ever get there?
Then realization hits
I know why I take
The highs and the lows.
It’s the passion inside
That drives me on
I have to use my voice
In a poem or a song
To show them all
They have a place
They can belong.
I have to say these words
Hoping it can keep them strong
To give them a reason just to hold on
To show them there is love in this dark world
And so I keep going
No matter how hard
My own journey gets
There’s always work to be done
There’s no time to rest.
Sep 1, 2013
Sep 1, 2013 at 11:02 AM UTC
It’s night time again.
Here I sit,
Thinking of the beginning,
The middle and the end.
Where am I going?
What am I doing?
Will I ever get there?
Then realization hits
I know why I take
The highs and the lows.
It’s the passion inside
That drives me on
I have to use my voice
In a poem or a song
To show them all
They have a place
They can belong.
I have to say these words
Hoping it can keep them strong
To give them a reason just to hold on
To show them there is love in this dark world
And so I keep going
No matter how hard
My own journey gets
There’s always work to be done
There’s no time to rest.
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