Keep reminding yourself,
"you are loved,"
you just might make it.
Just keep walking, keep
running on the
lies feeding this
dead country.
Your jaded eyes can't see that
I am here,
calling your name
over and over and over;
you just won't listen.
Because you're
sick and tired,
run down and
uninspired,
trying to find your truth in a
nation of falsehoods.
Everyone tells you you
can't;
they're right, but that
doesn't mean you
shouldn't try.
You might still have a chance to
save yourself.