I’m not sure what to say or what to do.
Everything is foreign, everything is new.
As one door closes, several others open.
There’s going to be a lot of searching,
And a lot of hoping.

Hoping to help those in need with problems of the mind.
Giving sight to all who feel blind.
Believing in those who can’t believe in themselves,
Until they can put their demons on the shelves.

This, this is how I leave my mark.
By guiding my confidants through their endless dark.
And reminding them to stop and deeply breathe,
To look at daunting situations and believe.

Believe that they can face their deepest fears,
Fight through all of their hardest years,
Through all the slight and heavy tears.

Until every mountain makes them smile.
I’ll go with them, mile after mile.