Days
Cliches and throw aways
Trying to learn better ways
But it's getting harder to survive
Change
Moments that rearrange
And the only fight that remains
Is called keeping hope alive
Pain and pride
Tears I've cried alone
Everyday
We go running on a razorblade
Sewing up the edges frayed
Waiting to arrive
While joy
Is Little Lord Fauntleroy
Sitting in his La-Z-Boy
Keeping hope alive
Pride and pain
Cloud my brain
Wait for change
Moments that rearrange
And the biggest fight that reigns
Is called keeping hope alive.
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