The Pain
I put my faith in what I can't see
Because I want to be all that I can be
Yet the pain I feel is truly real
And I just want to know the deal
I've done all that I'm supposed to do
Even tried to walk in someone else's shoe
But I have suffered and I have cried
At times wish I had died
I ask you why does everything I touch
Cause me to hurt so much
How much more can I give,
If all I have left is the life I live
I've given forth the body and the soul
Even the parts I can't control
But yet that is never enough
Everything out there is so tough
At times I stay up late at night
Wondering will I ever see the light
Or is this the day that will make me stronger
Or the day that will be longer
Everyone is made happier because of me
But yet happiness is the one thing I can't see
I don't understand how could something so easy to find
Be only found in my on mind
Maybe I am trying too much or just too little
Maybe I'm just made to play second fiddle
Maybe one day I will find what I'm looking for
Maybe it's right outside that door
Maybe what I'm looking for is not really there
Maybe for me life is just not made to be fair
Copyright © Steve Malebranche | Year Posted 2007
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