It’s not you, it is everything.
It’s the past, it’s the future,
it’s the moments in between.
It’s the invisible weight bearing down.
The fake smiles to hide the hurt.
The battles that can never be won.
Round and round, the restless feeling
where you’re constantly trying.
Battling, flailing, fighting, surviving.
What is there left to give?
What is left inside of me?
What is left of me?
Be strong, little dear, for you have so much more to see.
You look up to the stars,
and see how bright they burn.
Unquestioned and admired,
see how you can learn.
Shining against the night’s sky,
refusing to be anything less.
They do not fear the darkness,
and they do not suppress.
They hear what you have to say:
I may have far to go, but I am not afraid.
I shall rise up like the blade,
to be what I am, and to never fade.
Resounding and strong willed,
you shine just like their light.
You can face the fear of the night,
and rise, rise, rise to be so bright.