Strong

Somehow, someway, I gotta be strong. In the whirlwind of life, I gotta dig my feet in deep. In the quicksand of circumstance I gotta hold on tight to whatever keeps me higher than I am. Weight of the world so heavy on my shoulders my whole body begins to feel weightless. Question my very existence, I start to feel faithless. The world around me is not real. But for the pain I vouch. Is this what its all really about? No. NO! It can't be. There has to be more. Hope springs, but this season passes too and we're right back where we started at. Good times, happy days, I've never seen 'em. Never met them before a day in my life. But someone told me once that it was nice there. I close my eyes and can't help but to imagine myself in that place. The land of no trap doors where you can't make a wrong turn. Then its time to wake up. Over and over and over and over again in this cycle of life. Stop this ride. One more go around and I might not make it. Somehow, someway, I gotta be strong. In the whirlwind of life, I gotta dig my feet in deep. In the quicksand of circumstance I gotta hold on tight to whatever keeps me Higher.