There's always a silent cry
With the hope that someone will come
And wipe all the tears.
The heart does the work of the mind
Keeps on thinking and thinking,
hopes with eyes blind.
There's always a story
Left behind untold.
A heart that never found warmth
With love that was cold.
Everyone fights their own war,
To fight for something
Thats worth wishing for.
There's always a hope
Even though everyone knows whats true
We all make a wish we had and never knew.
Life comes with a bag of tools
For work to do
Without any rules.
Even though no one is
Every one says they 're fine
But the truth lies where they crave to hear
"Your'e mine"
There's always one point when there's so much work to do
You forget whats yours
And your dreams you had and never knew.
There's always that moment when
You have to live
Even for the smallest thing
So that you don't die saying
"All that while, I did nothing."
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