Why can I not give up?
I have nothing left here.
I fight on and on and on and on and on and on and on and...

I never have anything left, but always enough to keep going
Of hope I am bereft, my direction is unknowing.

Stepping down the stairs of time
Every minute I can't rewind
Looking through the glass of existence
All I see is my persistence

Not a guarantee that all will be well
I may have to rush a gauntlet in hell
But I will press on, because that's all I know
My life was meant to live, and I want it to glow.