When the light dims to grey
When nothing tangible heals your soul
Some still find that joy
Some will unwind that toy
That is the reality of life
Cycles of death and rebirth
Until we finally give in
But if we exist to exist
How could we enjoy this world?
Grasping at straws made of sand
Slipping through the cracks
As they get wider, deeper, harder
I just wanted to hold the hands of the hurt
Now I have lost myself in the scars of nature
Goodbye my joy
Swallowed by the nation
Do we exist to just keep going on?