You're still looking, searching for, anticipating something.

Maybe it's a feeling, a sound or a thought to take you,

from the dreams you've kept locked inside,

from the sadness you've learned to deal with.

From the bundle of worthless lies you've been told.

Will it be your strength or power?

Will it be you, for yourself, that guides you?

What you are and what I am comes from what you've said,

You come from love, hate, fear.

Because of everything you do, you help another person

Because of everything you are, you get to be you.

Because when you are broken,

your soul gets found in the flames,

that burns deep into your heart.

You are always, forever and always loved.

Your heart is still in tact and it isn't lost.

It's trying to recover from what you've been through,

you know what's in this life,

you know the difference between right and wrong.

Listen, how many times did your heart beat?

How come you never give up, like I have already done?