day after another
one day after the other, I value things that I’m the only one who cares about. Sometimes, I feel like giving up…
when all loads come to put you down, and all fall mercilessly on you… ,
why would you get up after that? why are you still holding to the cliff refusing to fall?
because when I look up, I imagine colorful things… me , holding the hand of one that I love.
because I still have those hopes…
because I know bowing out means death.
tell me that it will not end, I will hold anyway. if we all hold, if we all hope, if we all do, then one of us will make it, and turn a desperate look into a smile.
I, keep falling, but I keep getting up,.. time after time.
Everytime you ask me, if I answered, it will be that I will get back up.
If I can promise, I won’t give up before my nerves give out. I will keep looking up till the tears blind my sight.