Nothing I do seems right,
Sincere actions getting no avail.
The more I seek, the more it's out of sight,
Trust gets you nowhere.

How do you stand tall,
On crumbling grounds?
This effect of the snowball,
Is slowly wearing me out.

How do you keep a clear mind,
With a head full of steam?
The more I try, the more I find,
It all isn't what it seems.

How do you keep hope,
When you're continuously knocked down?
In a faithless home,
You're never safe and sound.

It gets closer and closer, such an appealing cliff,
All that's pulling me back are the countless *what if's.