The idle words begin to take over my train of thought.
My heart and my soul believe they can never be bought.
The suttle feelings of emptiness and being alone
What lies ahead of me, in reality the fear of the unknown.
Self doubt is the enemy if I allow it to conquer myself I lose it all.
Then I'll become weak and take the final fall.
I search within for the strength and the will to fight
I can not stop believing in what I feel in my heart is right.
I must always remember what ahead of me lies
I have a strong mind, a good heart, and the will to survive.