Life becomes bleak
Soul turning weak
Depression creeps in
Bringing along its sin
                    
                      "Everything happens for a reason," I've been told
                       Why then have the reasons yet to unfold?

What is the purpose of my misery within
So hard sometimes i want to give in
But i must remain strong
Strength holds my sense of right and wrong
Lose that and i will no longer gain
Everything i went through would be in vain
                        
                        If you wonder why i will always stand fast
                        Just take a small glimpse into my past