There it goes
—you've held
what you've always
dreamed of
in your hands
—a smile, maybe
a tear shed, too
out of sheer
happiness
But after a while
—you've started
wondering what lies
beyond your grasp
in your heart
—a frown, maybe
a sob stifled, too
out of sheer
frustration
Because you know
—you've lived
in a world
full of toil
upon your shoulders
—a stumble, maybe
a feeling repressed, too
out of sheer
oppression
So tell me—
what more
should I hold
what more
should I dream of
to catch in my hands
—a chance, maybe
a deeper fulfillment, too
out of sheer
will to keep living
There it goes
—out of sheer desire
to find happiness
There it goes