I could do nothing but hope
—for the better days
to grace my soul
so that I could taste heaven
—once more
I could do nothing but cope
—with the times too fast
for my fragile heart
so that I could touch the sky
—once more
I raise my voice
but I curl in shame
—I don't deserve praise
nor love—nor adoration
but I still want—
crave, hunger for
triumph no one
could achieve
So I curse the heavens
slander my heart
—I don't deserve grace
nor peace—nor perfection
but I still scrape—
crawl, claw for
the home I left
so I could live
I could do nothing but hope
—for the silence
to lay upon my thoughts
so that I could speak life
—once more
I could do nothing but cope
—with the battles I wage
upon my own being
so that I could be better
—once more