Survivors

the morning star lights the pages that fill my mind
an optimistic dream, so distantly beaming back at me
and the only thing i've left to hold on to.. holding on

you work, work, work
for a time believed more valuable
but when the one returns
ya think He'll take you home?

is this all we can do?
making our mother's proud..

in such a bind as this, bounded
by an institution blind, devoid
where am i to go if i were to just let it all go?
and call this genesis...

you work, work, work
for a time believed more valuable
but when the time has come
ya think He'll take you home?

it feels so lonely (loneliness), keeping me company...

you know, it's right in front of me..
watching, waiting

oh, what an optimistic dream this is
the fear of belief
feeling nothing
losing responsibility
rising above

in believing nothing, i fear a feeling
in knowing what's about to happen...

and it's only gonna get worse.


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you won't care to hear it, i know
but sometimes it just feels better
letting go.