I was never so sure
That someone could ever care
If someone was pure
Always willing to share
But although I seem to have come so far
My life being an endless test
I still have a many scar
From me trying to be the best
My voice which I use so powerfully when I’m singing
Is the voice of a soul that is ever weary
Working so hard to fulfill this inner child’s forever dreaming
Can sometimes be very dreary
For what is the point of even trying?
If all it will cease with me dying?
Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:44 PM UTC
I was never so sure
That someone could ever care
If someone was pure
Always willing to share
But although I seem to have come so far
My life being an endless test
I still have a many scar
From me trying to be the best
My voice which I use so powerfully when I’m singing
Is the voice of a soul that is ever weary
Working so hard to fulfill this inner child’s forever dreaming
Can sometimes be very dreary
For what is the point of even trying?
If all it will cease with me dying?
