A positive outlook on a situation so bleak
The words fill my mouth, but my voice will not speak
I yearn for the comfort of wanting what's right
But fear that I don't have the will left to fight
A shaken foundation that stands ten feet tall
Can be toppled by nothing, yet I pray for its fall
A passive suggestion that holds no grounds base
But I dream every night of that look on your face
And I know that the chances of happ'ning are slim
And that your sight on the end goal are nothing but dim
You can't blame me for trying, I know what I need
So 'til then I will hope for a spot to take lead
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC
A positive outlook on a situation so bleak
The words fill my mouth, but my voice will not speak
I yearn for the comfort of wanting what's right
But fear that I don't have the will left to fight
A shaken foundation that stands ten feet tall
Can be toppled by nothing, yet I pray for its fall
A passive suggestion that holds no grounds base
But I dream every night of that look on your face
And I know that the chances of happ'ning are slim
And that your sight on the end goal are nothing but dim
You can't blame me for trying, I know what I need
So 'til then I will hope for a spot to take lead
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