here’s to you
you're going to get hurt, and you're going to deal with the scars
you're going to face every turmoil before you reach the stars
you're going to fall and flunked before you'll learn to fly
you're going to be declined and aggrieved and ask the world “why”
I’m so lost, I have nowhere to go
I’m so sad, that no one can embolden me
I’m always starting, I’m always good in dawn and worst when the night falls
I’m stuck and sometimes even when I badly want to break out, my soul would not
everything happens for a reason, they said
everything will be put into place,
everything is going to be fine,
but everything is obscure,
and I think it will always be going to be like this, I would say
yearning to feel of what being alive truly is, is hope
in everything we all went through, throughout the wicked and the good,
facing the wrongs and picking yourself up like having a heart of wood,
in the search of the lost soul, in searching we know that there is still hope
let's not lost hope. there will always be hope.