All I Can Do

We wonder why we're sad.
We search for places deep.
We find the things we seek,
but they are not what we thought they'd be.

We carry struggles with us.
We don't leave them at the door.
Like a heavy bag of books,
it weighs on us evermore.

So we look for what is happiness,
And hope to find it here.
Some will never find it
And they fill that space with fear.

Sometimes I wonder if I even have it,
That happy feeling inside.
Despite the things I've lost,
I cannot seem to hide.

So each each day I lift my head,
And raise it to the sky.
I fill my soul with hope,
Because all I can do is try.

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