Sometimes the storm Of life goes by But you have to remember To keep your head held high It seems the same wrath Will just not leave So you take the dark embrace That you have received Then you feel the light Seeping through And realize that what you Felt before was not true There was so much dark It hid the light Even though it was in you The entire time It was the little spark of hope That just kept going The little spark of light That just kept showing...
When you feel all thatβs in you is darkness. Like is has such a tight grip, it wonβt shake off. But the light is there. It. Is. Always. There.