To fight through the pain,
To see through the tears-
It's all the same, you know,
Along with our fears.
We swore we would live
To see the sun rise again,
But the fight is getting harder,
And our strive is wearing thin.
Changes make us crazy,
Our minds go numb with pain;
That's why we paint our pictures
With twists in every way.
Fighting seems so useless
When the sky is falling down,
So I only hope that you can live
To have some courage now.
My only hope for you, my dear,
Is to throw your paintbrush away;
For life with surely be better again,
If you're alive to face another day.

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