Sometimes when we lose our way
We're lost and we run astray
Beyond our hopes and myriad dreams
All is left are misty streams.
It's easier to doubt yourself
Blame our Lord and cry oneself
Yet we fail to raise our heads
Get these bodies out of beds.
Breathing is a simple art
All you need is lungs and heart
Why not breathe and breathe some more?
Your way to freedom is beyond the door.
We sit for hours thinking of the past
Without our memories, how long would we last?
Memories are for 80-year-olds
Those who've seen beyond our worlds.
Save your thoughts and all those stills
Keep them piled up like worn old bills
One day you can read their text
Weep and sob and get all vexed.
But not today or anytime soon
Not when you have genuine boon
Believe in yourself and who you are
You'll shine one day in the brightest stars.
One year, two year, three year, four
You should break this overdone lore
Get yourself a brand new life
It's not that hard but simple rife.
We must be ready to bury our sins
Focus on vigor and hard-earned wins
It's not our fault we doubt ourselves
Our hearts are where our fears do delve.
But if we have the will to try
The strength to fight and not to cry
We might just find our dreamt-of way
Make each day, a special day.