I'm finally beginning to empty, and I feel the pressure lessen like a hose that has drowned your insecurities for too long
I was filled with ideals of grandeur, that I could save you, that my care was the miracle drug, the antibiotic that would save the whole ******* world
But  no drug works forever and I can't fix skyscrapers with my bloodied hands.  But my small, sore hands can clean your windows and sweep your floors
I know that I'm not coward, I can't change everything tomorrow, I can't take away your sorrows and I'm not ******* foolish enough to ask the same
But I'm always here, like a lighthouse  that knows no matter how bright it shines her light everyone won't reach the shore
But all I can do is shine my light