Average
you cannot keep on with each average day
you cannot keep giving to things that take
what you are doing is not the only way
you cant help the soul once it breaks
it will break the hope you hold for dreams
and alter the things you should believe
but changing so slowly it hardly seems
to make a mark before it leaves
it left without a useless fight
it left but bitterness stayed in there
each star turns to darkest night
in a cruel world continuing without a care
the world doesnt end when we do
it keeps on praticing until its right
it knows the struggle it puts us through
and that there’s no such thing as a wasted life
